Because she must ... As she must kill soon.
A chill ran through her soul. It was no secret that Monica hated her father. Trevgard was in danger.
"Still with me, Nik?"
Jake's voice made her start. She clenched her fingers against the phone. “Yes. And we have big problems."
"Nothing compared to the coroner's, I'd say."
"Wrong.” She rubbed her eyes again, hoping the niggling ache behind her left eye didn't mean yesterday's headache was returning. “Where are you at the moment?"
"Corner of Jackson and Pacific."
"Then you'd better swing around to my place and pick me up. We have to get to Trevgard's. I'll explain why when you get here."
Nikki, no!
She ignored Michael and hung up the phone. She finished her coffee in several gulps that burned her throat, then walked back into the bedroom to get dressed.
Damn it, woman, wait for me. You have no idea...
It's my responsibility, she reminded him, quickly strapping her spare set of knives onto her wrists. Don't go alone. Wait for me.
No.
She collected her coat off the chair, then grabbed her keys and a small flashlight. At the front door, she hesitated, then turned and moved back into the bedroom. Rummaging quickly through her jewelry box, she found the small silver chain and cross Tommy had given her so long ago. Bitter memories rose, but she shoved them away and clipped the chain around her neck. She had no idea if a cross would offer any protection against vampires, but, like the knife earlier, she felt safer with its coldness pressed against her skin.
Jake's sleek silver Mercedes pulled up as she stepped outside.