The strongest Dimitri had been able to achieve. It was accomplished. It was all he could do without further jeopardizing his own life. So close to his objective, he would not take any ridiculous chances.
They had found her again. And again, Blanca Vergil ran for her life. She had been more thorough this time, now that she was aware she was being tracked down. She had plenty of cash hidden in various areas; her truck, a four-wheel drive, had a camper shell, so she could live in it if necessary. She kept essentials packed, so all she had to do was grab a bag and run. Where this time? Where could she go to lose them? She was driving fast, racing away from those who would dissect her like an insect, those who looked upon her as something less than human.
