Their gazes met and, just for an instant, the link between them surged to life. His mind embraced hers, a gentle yet intimate touch that caressed her body in a way no physical stroke ever could.
Ben softly cleared his throat. She jumped, tearing her gaze away from Ethan's. What the hell was happening between them? And why did she feel like running as far and as fast as she could?
"So what do you plan to do?" Ben asked into the silence. "I plan to kill Flinch before he can kill again."
"Not exactly legal."
"With Flinch, we have no other choice. And you know it," Ethan said quietly. "You had a taste of what he will be like last night in Merry."
"Then she is a vampire."
There was no disbelief in Ben's quiet statement. Only an edge of fear she could well understand.
"Yes," Ethan answered. "As Flinch is."
"Shit," Ben muttered and took a gulp coffee. "So how do we kill a vampire? Chase it with a stake and cover it in crosses and garlic?"
