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outdoors.
 I have to go out. She closed the closet door and zipped up the thick vest.
 You probably noticed my refrigerator is practically empty. I m hungry. I need
to eat, and I need to pick up a few things.
Tegan stood up, aware that he was scowling.  The trance won t hold if you
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leave, you know.
 Then I ll just have to try to manage without it.
Elise coolly walked over to the counter and picked up the MP3 player that lay
there. She tucked the slim black case into the front pocket of her jeans, then
threaded the earbuds under her sweatshirt and let them dangle down the front
of her chest. She didn t pick up the blade that had been left on the counter
from her Minion hunting of the night before, and Tegan didn t detect that she
had any other weapons on her person either.
She wouldn t look at him as she pulled the hood of her sweatshirt up over her
head.  I don t know how long I ll be. If you leave before I get back, I d
appreciate it if you locked up. I have my keys.
Damn it. She might be hungry like she said, but he could tell by the rigid
line of her spine that the female had a point to prove here.
 Elise, he said, moving toward her as she reached for the apartment door. If
he wanted to stop her, all it would take was a thought. He knew it, and by the
look on her face as she turned to look at him now, so did she.  I know you re
angry about what I said earlier, but it s the truth. You re in no shape to go
on like this.
When he took another step, concluding he might as well tell her that he d
decided to turn her over to the Darkhaven for her own safety, she closed her
hand around the doorknob and sharply twisted it open.
She couldn t have chosen a more effective weapon against him.
Bright afternoon sunlight streamed in from the vestibule and hall, driving
Tegan back with a hiss. He leaped out of the path of the searing daylight, and
from under the shielding arm he held up over his eyes, he watched as Elise s
pointed stare held him and she calmly strode out, closing the door behind her.
Elise took her time walking to the corner market and shopping for a few basic
groceries. With a small bag of items in hand, she strolled up the sidewalk,
away from her neighborhood block. The chill air was bracing against her
cheeks, but she needed the cold to help clear her head.
Tegan had been right about his trance wearing off once she was gone from her
apartment. Beneath the audial grate of electric guitars and screaming rock
lyrics pouring into her ears from Camden s iPod, she could feel the hum of
voices, the acid growl of human corruption and abuse that was her constant
companion since she d embarked on this dark journey beyond the sanctuary of
the Darkhavens.
She had to admit, Tegan s psychic intervention had been a welcome gift. Even
though he d infuriated her insulted her the hours she d spent cocooned within
the trance he d put her under had been so very needed. The break had given her
a chance to think, to focus, and in her mind s calm, under the spray of a
long, hot shower, she remembered a specific detail about the Minion she d
hunted yesterday.
He had been attempting to pick up an overnight package for the one he called
Master. The Minion Raines, she thought he d said his name was had been quite
outraged to learn that the delivery had not arrived as expected. What could be
so important to him? More to the point, what could be so important to the
vampire who d made the Minion?
Elise intended to find out.
She d been itching to leave her apartment since the moment she recalled the
intriguing detail, but a rather immense, rather arrogant Breed warrior stood
in her way. As Tegan didn t think she had anything to contribute in the fight
against the Rogues, Elise saw no reason to bother him with her information
until she was certain what it might mean.
It took several minutes to reach the FedEx store near the train station. Elise
loitered outside for a while, formulating a loose plan and waiting for the
handful of customers inside to complete their transactions and leave. As the
last one came toward the exit, Elise tugged her earbuds free and walked up to
the counter.
The clerk on duty was the same kid who had been working yesterday. He nodded a
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vague greeting at her as she approached, but thankfully he didn t seem to
recognize her.
 Can I help you?
Elise took a deep, calming breath, fighting hard to work through the cacophony
that was building in her mind now that her crutch of blaring music was gone.
She wouldn t have long before she was overwhelmed.
 I need to pick up a package, please. It was due here yesterday but got
delayed because of the storm.
 Name?
 Um, Raines, she replied, and attempted a smile.
The young man glanced up at her as he typed something on the computer.  Yeah,
it s in. Can I see some ID?
 Excuse me?
 Driver s license, credit card& gotta have signature and ID for the pickup.
 I don t have any of those things. Not with me, I mean.
The clerk shook his head.  Can t release without some form of ID. Sorry. It s
policy and I can t afford to lose this job. No matter how bad it sucks.
 Please, Elise said.  This is very important. My& husband was here yesterday
to pick it up, and he was very upset that it was delayed.
She weathered the clerk s answering rush of animosity toward the Minion. He
was thinking of baseball bats, dark alleys, and broken bones.  No offense,
lady, but your husband is a dick.
Elise knew she looked anxious, but it would only serve her all the better at
this moment.  He s not going to be happy with me if I come home without that
shipment today. Really, I must have it.
 Not without ID. The kid looked at her for a long moment, then ran his palm
over his chin and the little triangular growth of whiskers below his lower
lip.  Course if I happen to leave it on the counter and go back for a smoke
break, there s a good chance that box might sprout legs and walk off while I m
gone. Shit does go missing from time to time& 
Elise held the kid s cagey stare.  You would do that?
 Not for nothing, I won t. He glanced at the earbuds dangling from the collar
of her sweatshirt.  That the new model? The one with video?
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