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knew the real reason for his savage mood. Yasmin Silver.
    The girl he had dared hope could be a soul mate. Finally - a woman who had the capacity to understand him. Someone who knew how to quench his fire, make something good from it. The girl who he’d been forced to abandon as if she was worthless. The girl he had turned his back on. The girl was clawing at the edges of his mind constantly, reminding him of what he’d lost. Several times a day his mind wandered, imagining what life was like for the reluctant vampire queen. Some base instinct within him suggested that she wasn’t in the country, even the continent. That she was setting up a new life halfway around the world. He ached with the desire to see her again. It wasn’t something he was comfortable with, this intense emotion. It distracted him from his work and that was dangerous. But Yasmin dominated his mind nonetheless. He could no sooner change that than lasso the sun from the sky. His one consolation, his one scrap of hope, was a small, persistent idea that they would somehow meet again. He didn’t know much about the vampyra except that they were traditional enemies of the lycan. But traditions could be changed. The old ways could be dragged down. Jack was determined to see what happened if he met Yasmin again. He doubted he could rest until that dream became reality.
    “Steady,” came a voice that wasn’t Yasmin’s. “This tunnel seems to be a dead end.”
    Jack shook himself back into the moment - if he was caught daydreaming now he could be killed. The tunnel did indeed terminate in a slimy cobble-stoned wall. Jack tried to kick it but achieved nothing but a sore heel.
    “Stay calm,” said Florence irritably, poking around in a pile of garbage on the corner.
    “Looking for a friend?” Jack asked spitefully, pacing back and forth.
    “Doing my job,” Florence said with venom as she uncovered a ragged hole in the floor. A subtle glow emanated from a tunnel underneath.
    Jack turned away, embarrassed. Florence had shown him up and it wasn’t the first time either. The girl had a knack for keeping a cool head, Jack had to give her that .
    “Nice find,” he said tightly as he lowered himself down after her.
    The air in the lower tunnel was dark and cold, much colder than the regular sewers above. There was a dry crispness here, a chill in the air that wormed its way into Jack’s spine.
    “Florence …” he said, but she’d already seen them. Small lamps set at fifty yard intervals leading off to the north. They flickered with a ghostly blue fire.
    “Nightfire,” Florence said in wonder. “How on earth did these get here?”
    “We don’t have any of that shit,” Jack commented. He should know - he combed the gear rooms for new toys every week.
    “No,” said Florence thoughtfully. “The Mother’s been looking for a source of nightfire for years now.”
    The redhead turned to face Jack, her eyes alive with hope. “You realize what that is, Jack? A weapon. Someone has laid out a means of destroying the wights.”
    Jack blinked. “You mean they can’t be killed any other way?”
    “No way that we know of,” Florence replied. “We have a friend down here somewhere. That’s good to know.”
    “Yeah, well, could be a trap,” Jack warned.
    Florence rolled her eyes but said nothing.
    Jack knew he had scored a point. “Let’s keep moving,” he said. “I think we should follow the lamps.”
    “And finally we agree on something ,” Florence muttered as she fell in behind him. “I’ll ask the mayor for a ticker tape parade.”
    The pair made their way north through the incredibly dark tunnel. The nightfire was highly visible but it didn’t cast much light. The intervening distance between lamps was in near complete darkness.
    “I could see better if I was germed,” Jack said irritably.
    “Yeah, well, you might get that chance soon,” Florence promised. Jack found it irritating that she acted like she was calling the shots. It