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truth, she knew little about him. And that made her worry.
    “You seem so sure that we can trust him, Grandfather, but how can you be so sure? He is a vampire. Why would he not want to harm Mischa?”
    For a long moment silence descended, interspersed with night sounds. “Because she is his viata.”
    “Yeah, well, I’m with Mishca on that one. That’s bullshit.”
    “Now, now, my dear, you know how I detest such language coming from a lady.”
    “Even now?” She frowned. “Grandfather, I’m dead. What are you going to do? Send me to my room?”
    “Were you not the one painting a rosy picture of Mr. Valentine to your sister in your many telephone conversations?”
    “That was different. I didn’t know everything about him, and look at him. Any woman would gush over him. I didn’t say I no longer thought he was attractive.”
    He chuckled and held out his hand. “Come. We must return to the Realm before we are missed.”
    “Oh, joy. You don’t know how much I hate this damned part of being dead, pardon the detestable language.” She tossed one last look over her shoulder. “If he hurts her…” Her words were swallowed up by the mist.
     
    “She was supposed to be there.” Hamrick’s teeth ground together as the aging Volkswagen lurched out of the hotel’s parking lot. “She hasn’t even spent one night.”
    The guide only lifted his shoulders and shrugged. For the price of 5,000 lei a day, the guy obviously wasn’t in any hurry to locate Mischa. “She has rental car. We track her GPS.”
    “What if she didn’t take her car?” Desperation fueled his voice.
    “We will find her, Mr. Hamrick. No worry. I am good at my job.”
    “You’re just a travel guide not a hunter.”
    “True, but you are not first American looking for Romanian bride.” The guide snickered before quickly composing himself. “No need for shame. She misses her family. That is why she returned to Romania without you.”
    Hamrick’s hands clenched into fists. If he didn’t need the guy so much, he’d pop him. Common sense managed to prevail, and he let the assumption go. It didn’t matter what some dim-witted tour guide thought about him.
    “Man at hotel counter said left with two men last night or perhaps the night before that.”
    “And you’re just telling me this now?” His blood pressure spiking, Hamrick tugged at the collar of his shirt to release the tightness.
    “Man need to make a living.”
    Of course it was about money. Everything was about money. That was what his life was all about.
    “Here’s the deal. If we find Mischa Bonovich within the next twelve hours, I’ll triple your daily rate and pay you for a full week. Does that motivate you?”
    The man’s teeth flashed in an almost grotesque grin. “Why did you not say it was urgent, Mr. Hamrick?”
     
    Hunger burned within Rhad.  From the short distance which separated him from Mischa, he caught the scent of her blood on the wind, but it did little more than nauseate him.  He needed sustenance but not the kind she could provide. He’d made sure of that shortly after he’d been sired.
    He stopped walking and called out to her softly. “Mischa.”
    She spun around quickly. In the darkness, her eyes appeared almost luminous and though the moon barely lit the sky, the glow was enough to enhance the beauty of her soft features. “What is it?”
    Rhad had to swallow several times to find his voice. “I must leave you for a few moments.” The words came out on a croak.
    “We’re in the middle of nowhere!  What do you mean you have to leave me now?”  Her fingers dug into his arm. “It’s growing darker by the minute, and while you may have eyes that glow in the dark, I don’t.  I need you to stay with me.”
    “Will you offer me your blood then?” He knew his words would prove the catalyst she needed to release him.
    Her hand immediately fell to her side while the other went to her throat as a protective shield.  “Wh-what are you