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the scent that was Paige.  I m not sunshine, he whispered.  If I was, you wouldn t be able to touch me.
But damn, she made him want to be.
He sighed and dialed Rafi s cell phone.
As he suspected, it went right into voice mail. Phones didn t work when warriors were in shadow form,
and he had a feeling Rafi wasn t going to reform anytime soon. Too much time spent in shadow form
changed a man. He became the evil that the shadow had to be.  Rafi. It s Jed. Call me.
He snapped his phone shut and ground his teeth. How had Rafi gotten mixed up with the Men in White?
Paige s phone rang and he answered it.  Paige s phone.
 This is Jerome, returning her call. Who s this?
 Jed Buchanan. What happened to Rafi? How d he get out? What did you guys do to him?
Silence.
There was a rustle, and then Jerome came back on, his voice a whisper.  I can t talk here. We ll meet
somewhere else.
 My place. Jed gave the address.  Ten minutes.
 Three hours. It s the best I can do. Then he hung up.
Jed cursed and snapped the phone shut.Three hours?
 Jerome? Paige mumbled against his chest as the cab rolled to a stop.
 Yeah. Jed handed Paige s phone back to her as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.  I know it ll
endanger you to be near him, so I ll go by myself. I need to find out what happened to Rafi, and see if
Jerome can leverage the Council into breaking our three-way contract with Junior.
She snorted, tossed some money at the cabbie, then shoved the door open.  Yeah,right , you ll leave
me behind. I need to have a word with him as well. Sending a shadow warrior after me. Stalking my
friends. Reprehensible behavior for a man who purports to love my best friend. That man does not know
the meaning of love. Unlike you. As long as the Men in White aren t with him, we can deal with him.
Unlike you.Her words reverberating in his mind, Jed followed her out of the car, standing on the street
next to the Lamborghini dealership. The sun was just starting to come out, and the dawn light was turning
the puddles on the street orange.
Orange like hell.
 Or orange like the sunrise.
He was picking sunrise.
Five minutes and a few blown-up doors later, Paige was standing over the bed of a woman who looked
like she was in her late twenties. She had dark brown hair spread out over her pillow, and her cheeks
were pale. Too pale.
Paige reached out and let her hand hover over the woman s chest.  She still has a soul. Paige squatted
next to the cot. It was stashed in the corner of a huge basement filled with more lab equipment than she d
ever seen. Paige had no idea what any of it was for, but it looked impressive.  Hello? Beatrice? Wake
up?
The woman didn t even shift.
 Beatrice. Your lab is on fire.
Still nothing.
She looked up at Jed.  I can t touch her.
He kneeled next to Paige and lifted the woman s hand.  Bea 
 I m working! I m working! She leapt out of bed, shot over their heads, and landed without a flicker of
sound in front of the computer, where she yanked a set of noise reduction headphones onto her head,
shoved a pair of blue-rimmed glasses on her face, and started pounding away at the keys.  I m on it!
Paige frowned.  Was it just me, or did she actually vault over our heads?
 She did. Jed was frowning too.  Not human.
 No. Paige and Jed stood up and walked over to the computer.
Beatrice s hair was going out in all directions, and she still had a line on her cheek from the sheets. Her
eyes were rapidly moving over the screen, and her mouth was moving, as if she were singing along to a
song, or discussing whatever it was she was typing.
Paige waved her hand in front of Beatrice s face, and the woman s gaze jerked up. She stared at Paige
for a second, then looked at Jed. Then she turned and looked behind her, above her, and under the
desk, then back at them again.
Beatrice yanked the headphones off her head.  You work for Satan?
 Nope.
 Satan around?
 Nope.
Beatrice glanced back and forth between them, searching their faces, then she sagged back in her seat,
dropping her headphones on the keyboard, and pulling the glasses off her face.  You scared the hell out
of me. She picked up a pen and levered it at them.  Never,ever, sneak up on me again. Got it?
Paige grinned.  Or you ll what? Shoot ink all over me?
Beatrice gave her a dangerous look that immediately wiped the grin off Paige s face.  Yeah, okay, I
give, Paige said.  What are you?
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