He thrust a hand through his dark hair, and she noted the blood on his shirt again. "You're still bleeding."
"It is of no consequence—"
"You were shot with silver," she cut in. "That wound needs special attention."
"And how would you know I was shot with silver?"
"I know a lot more than you do right now, vampire. Instead of trying to get rid of me, you might want to sit down and listen."
"What I need to do right now is to get downstairs and see what Dunleavy has done."
"Then I'll come with you."
He raised an eyebrow. "Can you stomach a return to that room?"
"No. But I want to question the woman who found the victim."
"Why?"
"Because I want to find out what form Dunleavy was wearing when he entered that room." She turned and carefully made her way down the stairs.
"Dunleavy's not a shapeshifter. He's a vampire."
"His twin brother was a shapeshifter who could take the shape of anyone he'd consumed. There's no reason why Dunleavy can't be a shapeshifter as well as a vampire, is there?"
"No." The stairs quivered as Michael moved up behind her. His warm breath caressed her ear as he asked, "Dunleavy has a twin?"
"A dead twin he intends to bring back to life."