the gate is.”
 
 As she turned toward the stairs that led to the apartment, she saw
 
 Dante sitting very still, obviously deep in thought.
 
 * * * *
 
 Meg hefted the duffel bag in one hand. It was heavy, but nothing
 
 she couldn’t handle
 
 . Her heart was racing as Dante slammed his door
 
 shut and turned on his halogen flashlight. Her boots crunched the
 
 gravel beneath her feet as they quietly made their way to the door of
 
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 the warehouse. The air was cool around her, and she pulled her
 
 sweater closer.
 
 Dante went first, pushing the heavy door aside and holding it open
 
 for her. He held his free hand out. “Let me carry that for you, Meg.
 
 Come on, it’s my last chance to be a gentleman.”
 
 Holding the bag out, she allowed Dante to take it. She took the
 
 flashlight. He slung the bag over his shoulder and followed her into
 
 the darkened recesses of the warehouse. It was very different from
 
 when they visited earlier in the afternoon. There was a gloom over the
 
 whole place that seemed very foreboding. Meg took a deep breath and
 
 had to force herself to continue moving forward.
 
 “Wow, I really don’t like this place,” Dante said.
 
 She looked back at him. His face was pinched and tight with fear.
 
 She sympathized. If she didn’t have to be here, she would probably be
 
 running right now. “Dante, I’ll be fine. You don’t have to come in
 
 with me. I can make it on my own.”
 
 His eyes narrowed, and even in the shadows, she could see she’d
 
 pissed him off. “Just lead the way, sister. I might not be a vampire,
 
 but I can handle it.”