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move, she was damned glad to be here.

Closing her eyes, she let her senses reach for any

hint of an unfamiliar supernatural energy signature. A

humorless smile tugged at her lips. Of course; nothing

was ever easy.

She rested her hand on the smooth, cool marble of

the console table and dropped her keys into the rosecolored glass bowl. She’d nabbed the mail from her

box on the way home, and she quickly rifled through

the pile. Bills. Bills. An envelope from the National

Urban League…probably a receipt for her donation.

Another envelope from the University of Chicago

Medical Center. She hoped they’d earmarked the

money for the burn unit. She always included a note

asking them to when she sent the check.

Reaching up, she flicked off the entry-hall light,

then tossed the pile down beside the glass bowl and

rolled her shoulders forward, then back.

She was tempted to crawl into bed, pull the covers

over her head and sleep for a week. But duty came first.

Peeling off her jacket, she left it where it dropped,

tipped back her head for a jaw-cracking yawn, then

kinked her neck to one side and then the other. Muscles

and tendons pulled and twinged. She needed a recharge.

It was either sleep…or blood.

Instinct screamed for blood; long years of forcing

her nature under rigid control made her choose sleep.

She headed for her bedroom and paused in the doorway, checking every nook and cranny. She kept her

posture easy and relaxed as a shadow uncoiled from the

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