"Didn't your mother ever tell you the only way to kill us is to cut us into pieces?" the Dark-Hunter asked. "You should have brought a wood chipper instead of a gun."
He glared at the Daimon, who fought desperately against his hold. "Now, let's see about freeing the human souls you've stolen." The Dark-Hunter pulled a butterfly knife from his boot, twirled it open, and plunged it into the Daimon's chest.
The Daimon decayed instantly, leaving nothing behind.
The last two ran for the door.
They didn't get far before the Dark-Hunter pulled a set of throwing knives out from under his coat and sent them flying with deadly precision into the backs of the fleeing killers. The Daimons exploded, and his knives hit the floor ominously.
With an unbelievably deliberate calmness, the Dark-Hunter headed for the exit. He paused only long enough to retrieve his knives from the floor.
Then he left as quickly and silently as he'd come.
Cassandra struggled to breathe as the people in the bar came out of hiding and went berserk. Thankfully, even Kat pushed herself up and stumbled toward her.
Her friends came running up to her.
"Are you okay?"
"Did you see what he did?"
"I thought you were dead!"
"Thank God, you're still alive!"
"What did they want with you?"
"Who were those guys?"
"What happened to them?"
She barely heard the voices that hit her ears so fast and blended that she couldn't tell who asked what question. Cassandra's mind was still on the Dark-Hunter who'd come to her rescue. Why had he bothered to save her?
She had to know more about him...
Before she could think better of it, Cassandra ran after him, looking for a man who shouldn't be real.
Outside, blaring sirens filled the air and were getting progressively louder. Someone in the bar must have called the police.
The Dark-Hunter was halfway down the block before she caught up to him and pulled him to a stop.
His face impassive, he looked down at her with those deep, dark eyes. Eyes so black that she couldn't detect the pupils. The wind whipped his hair around his chiseled features and the cloud from his breath mingled with hers.
It was freezing out, but his presence warmed her so much that she didn't even feel it.
"What are you going to do about the police?" she asked. "They'll be looking for you."
A bitter smile tugged at the edges of his lips. "In five minutes no human in that bar will ever remember they saw me."
His words surprised her. Was that true of all Dark-Hunters? "Will I forget too?"
He nodded.
"In that case, thank you for saving my life."
Wulf paused. It was the first time anyone had ever thanked him for being a Dark-Hunter.
He stared at the wealth of tight, strawberry-blond curls that cascaded without order around her oval face. She wore her long hair plaited down her back. And her hazel-green eyes were filled with a brilliant vitality and warmth.