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see them without one of their kind wishing it so. An uneasy sensation might brush against a human’s consciousness causing them to hurry faster down the street trying to escape the darkness enveloping them. But usually they had no clue Shadow Walkers protected all of humanity from the Day Walkers who preyed upon them. If any human ran into a Day Walker, they rarely lived long enough to tell anyone about the encounter.
    The woman cowering in the corner had to be a Yank from her speech. She had on jeans, a black coat, and boots, all of which hid her body. He idly wondered what she’d look like naked. Her long brown hair was laced with golden strands, pulled into a knot at the back of her head, showcasing a face so free of guile it would cause an angel to sin. Clear gray eyes were wide open with astonishment, the sprinkling of freckles across her nose had him instantly aroused.
    Colin’s jaw flexed, he pulled his lust under rein and threw the sorry excuse for a Day Walker against the wall before finishing him off.
    He spared a look at the woman; she looked shell-shocked. Wouldn’t have a clue the men dressed as soldiers were rotten Day Walkers. Good…her shock meant he wouldn’t have to worry about her moving into the fray and facing harm.
    He spun, blades clanging together in a macabre dance as Colin fought the dirty, black-haired Day Walker. With a vicious thrust of his sword Colin tore the soldier’s still beating heart from his chest and crushed it in his fist. The soldier crumpled to the ground, exploding into gold dust.
    Turning to the woman, to make sure she was OK, he wasn’t paying attention when he saw her point.
    “Look out!” She yelled, waving her arms.
    Spinning around, he was a moment too late as the blasted redheaded idiot stabbed him in the thigh. Colin fell to one knee, muscles starting to spasm as pain lanced through his leg, the sword clattering to the uneven, stone floor.
    The man stood over him to finish the deed, “Imagine, me killing the mighty Shadow Walker, Colin Campbell.”
    “Here, take it!” Heedless of her own safety, the woman had run into danger to hand him the blade he’d dropped. He was flabbergasted she would risk her life for him.
    Colin spun the dirk around, thrusting it through the arrogant bastard’s eye just in time to miss the sword aimed at his neck. Writhing on the ground, the pathetic excuse for a Day Walker raised his hands in a feeble attempt to fight back.
    Pulling the serrated knife out of the man’s eye, he stabbed the redhead, ripping his heart out. Like others of his kind, the man turned to gold dust and disappeared without a sound.

    Someone was screaming. My God, what a horrific sound. Make it stop. It took a moment for Emily to realize it wasn’t someone , it was her screaming and she couldn’t seem to stop, replaying the horror behind her eyes over and over.
    Tears streaming down her face, she didn’t know what had possessed her to hand the breath-taking man the wicked-looking knife. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she curled into a ball wishing she could disappear into the wall. Her body wasn’t listening to her brain; it was as if she was encased in cement.
    Run. She kept screaming at herself, but her feet weren’t listening.
    Legs buckling, Emily fell trying to stand. Managing to slide herself up the wall, she waited a moment to steady herself. Instead of running away like a normal, sane person, she moved to check on the injured Scot the other man had called Colin.
    Don’t let him kill me. This is where the ditzy girl in the horror movie makes a stupid mistake like going upstairs to check on the noise and gets killed instead of running away out the front door to safety. Don’t let me be that bimbo.
    There was blood everywhere. Drops were hitting the grey-colored stone, dripping down his injured arm, out of his sleeve to pool on the ground.
    Kneeling down, Emily realized he was enormous. He dwarfed her. Irrationally, she imagined his strong arms