She gave a jerky nod at the firm answer, and he turned back to Venom. "Her body can't be found."
"Of course. I'll ensure there's a paper trail leading out of the city." The vampire began to climb up. "Jason has returned."
Having reached the hallway, Elena fought the urge to go to her father's study, knowing it would only end in another shouting match. "Who's Jason?" she asked instead, focusing on filtering out Venom's scent and drawing a bead on Uram's.
"One of the Seven."
The Angel of Blood had gone out the back door, she thought, heading that way. "Why are you getting rid of the body? She was torn up, but it looks like classic vampire overkill."
"Uram may have left traces on her."
She pulled open the back door, felt a stickiness on her palm, and looked down. Rust stained her skin. Dried blood. "He's taunting us." She rubbed her palm clean against her pants, wanting to wash it off, but not enough to chance losing the scent. It was fresh, clean, vivid in the clarity of the day after a rainstorm. That was a bonus-with so much having been washed away, the new scents were richer, more intense.
Blood drops a few feet from the door. She didn't want to consider where they'd come from, not when taking souvenirs was Uram's thing. Which reminded her-"Michaela?"
"I've warned her."
Almost able to see Uram's scent in the ozone-lashed air, she began running, barely aware of the wind generated by Raphael's wings as he rose to the sky. A group of early commuters got out of her way as she almost sprinted out of the alley behind the building and into the busier street on the other side, but no one looked skyward. Glamour, she thought. It made her skin creep to think Uram could've been watching her at any time since the hunt began.
Another drop of blood, this one buried into the asphalt by the pounding of feet rushing this way and that as the city woke. She noted it but kept running, dodging well-dressed businessmen and shopping-cart-pushing homeless with equal ease. More blood, this drop large enough to have people circling it with wary looks. She wondered if anyone had called the cops. It being New York, she expected not.
Raphael would need to send a cleanup crew here, too. Mentally tagging the spot, she continued to follow the scent, excitement lacing her blood like the most powerful of drugs. Her ability infused every inch of her skin, every element of her being.
This was who she was. Hunter-born.
She felt like she was swimming through acid burned in sunlight by the time she found herself in front of a building that looked surprisingly familiar. Where was she? She blinked awake out of the almost trancelike state she'd fallen into and read the sign.
The NEW Children's Museum
ENDOWED BY DeverauX Enterprises
Her blood chilled, horror flooding her mouth, until she read the fine print and realized the museum was closed due to refurbishment. Thank God. If some child had gone inside . . .
Is he in the building?
It was tempting to wrap the scent of rain, of Raphael, around herself, but she resisted, tugging on the echoes of Uram's trail instead. "Either that or we just missed him." Wondering if Uram had broken in, she checked the door and found it locked. Her brow furrowed as she concentrated. "The scent's not that strong by the door."
She took several steps back and turned in a slow circle. There! Squeezing around the side of the building, she made her way to the back, fear, anger, and the thrill of the hunt thrumming in her blood. The parking lot was empty but that wasn't what held her interest. A small door at the back lay open, swinging gently to and fro in the light breeze.
Heart in her throat, she followed the scent and entered. She didn't have to go far.
Geraldine lay in a crumpled heap by the doorway, as if she'd been dumped in a hurry. Sensing life, Elena went down on her haunches and-"Oh, Jesus!" Geraldine's throat was slashed, but she was conscious, her eyes full of terror. Elena didn't know how the hell she was still alive.
"Hold on." She fumbled with her cell phone. "I'm calling an ambulance."
"Don't." Raphael's shadow filled the doorway, blocking all light. "I'll have Illium take her to a healer. He's almost here."
She met his eyes, knew she didn't have time to argue. "Fine." Her tone asked for a promise the other woman wouldn't be harmed.
"We'll have to remove her memories." Unsaid were the words, if she lives.
Geraldine coughed as Raphael gathered her up in his arms. "V-vam-" It was more air than sound, her hand clamped tight around her neck, but Elena understood. Not an accusation-a request. Before she could say anything, however, Raphael was gone.
Elena drew in the scents around her and realized this was as far inside as Uram had come. Stepping back out into the parking lot, she circled out from the museum, trying to find another marker. Nothing. The bastard had dumped Geraldine and flown when Elena and Raphael had gotten too close. She was back at the museum by the time Raphael returned. "Your cleanup crew will have to work overtime today."
"It's necessary."
"Fly me to Michaela's."