Vampire in Denial
Vampire uprising? Really."
     
    Tessa shuffled further out of sight. Confronting these two badasses wasn't part of her plan. Too bad she didn't have someone to go with her when she tracked them. But her friends were limited to a few humans – so not what she needed right now. She had to follow these assholes alone.
     
    The white Escalade fired up, followed by the Nitro. Good to know the men were driving both vehicles. Tessa stayed huddled in a ball below the glare of headlights as first one, then the other reversed and headed out of the lot. She stood up and watched the direction they drove. Left. Away from town.
     
    Shit.
     
    Why hadn't she learned to glide? Oh right, because everyone had laughed at her so hard, she'd sworn never to try again. Damn it. She really wished she'd tried harder. That skill would have come in handy right about now.
     
    Her dad was a master glider. He moved so smoothly he floated through the sky. Cody and his father were fliers. Tessa could only manage a weird half-crab, half-jumping movement. She was gawky, looking like she was all limbs with no coordination. Sometimes she could hardly get off the ground. Still, for all her awkward style, she actually ate up a lot of mileage doing it her way.
     
    Taking a running start, she jumped and landed on a fence pole. Not very high, but she hadn't wiped out or hung herself on the barbed wire. She made it to the top of a garage next, landing on all fours, as was her habit. She headed down the street behind the cars. The first vehicle turned left.
     
    Keeping it in sight, by following the dust cloud behind it, she cut across a field, going from fence pole to telephone pole and the odd rooftop again to gain enough height for viewing vantage. Her knees slammed hard on the next rooftop and she damn near banged her chin on the roofing tiles as she fell forward. She'd end up covered in bruises if she didn't get the hang of this quickly.
     
    Taking a breather, she studied the area where the vehicles drove. It wasn't exactly the ritzy part of town. More like a middle class area. Mostly human residences, not vampire accommodation. Except for one. At the far end.
     
    Frowning, she watched as they drove into the large estate with an oversized mansion surrounded by trees and a black iron fence. The gated entrance closed and locked behind them. The mansion was barely distinguishable among the trees.
     
    With effort, Tessa made it to the top of the neighboring house, groaning at yet another tumbled landing. Why had she worn boots with heels? And why the hell hadn't she driven? Oh wait…she didn't have a license yet – that's why.
     
    She studied the layout in front of her. With such a large acreage, she couldn't get close enough to see in without actually going right up to the house. She also wouldn't be able to jump. The distance was too far.
     
    Now what? Switching to her vampire vision, she watched as the men exited their vehicles and headed inside. At the back of the main house were several attached outbuildings and sheds. Jared could be in any one of them. And if he were, how would she get him out? This wasn't a one-person job.
     
    She couldn't fly him out. And what if he were injured? Now she was back to the part where she could use a partner in this venture.
     
    A heavy rustling sound filled the air.
     
    Oh, shit. Tessa cringed, waiting for her father's icy words to ground her for eternity.
     
    "So, it was you."
     
    Cody. She turned and glared at him, but his grin melted her anger. "Were you following me?"
     
    "Of course. You fooled me once. Only I couldn't leave it alone. When I came back, you were skulking around the parking lot." His grin disappeared. "What are you playing at Tessa? You know what your father and your brothers are going to do to you when they find out, don't you?"
     
    She tilted her chin defiantly. "Yes. My father made it clear what he thinks of me, so I'm not going to worry about his opinion now."
     
    "He didn't mean it,

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