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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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