STUNNED, CHRISTOPHER maneuvered for a better view of the two young males.
He hadn’t seen his son in close to a year, but the long-haired youngster hurrying away from the kill scene was Julian. A no-longer-half-human Julian.
Someone had turned him.
Across the street, the vampire faded deeper into the shadows. He appraised his son. The boy was well-built and good-looking, but the arrogant swagger had vanished from his stride. Now he moved with caution, alert for danger, and he’d traded his tailored clothes for jeans and a simple white shirt.
Christopher kept pace with them, but stayed out of sight. Julian would want a relationship if they met. Nature insured that until offspring reached their mid to late twenties, they clung to their parents. And he had no intention of playing Daddy.
He stopped and waited until they were half a block ahead of him before continuing. Curiosity got the better of him and, remaining well behind, he trailed them to Pioneer Square, drifting through the shadows with stealth the youngsters lacked. Julian wasn’t living in the type of housing he was accustomed to if he’d moved here. But perhaps they were merely passing through.
They slipped inside a decrepit apartment building.
Satisfaction coursed through Christopher. It was a government rent-assisted building if he’d ever seen one. Must be a painful come down for someone used to living it up.
He waited five minutes before entering the building. A bank of mailboxes lined the wall right inside the doorway. He scanned the names, but Julian’s wasn’t there.
He drew in a deep breath, picking up an assortment of foul odors dominated by stale cooking grease. The stench of humans overpowered everything else, but the scent of vampires also lingered in the building. Three distinct signatures. Julian and the other young male. And a female.
He homed in on the female’s scent, tracking it to an apartment halfway down the hall. The scents of the two males came from the same apartment.
Did the female belong to Julian?
Head cocked, he listened. The female wasn’t there.
He spun around and stalked to the entryway. He had what he’d come for.
Besides, he had to get home and change clothes. He was supposed to be on duty, but those fucktards at the Security Center would never know. Not that he would care if they found out. He didn’t need the paycheck for being a Wolf Guard. He just liked the job. That was the nice thing about being an equal opportunity killer.
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