She somehow doubted it though.
But as she was reading, she realized that the Were-Hunters, the shapeshifting branch in all this, didn't live normal life spans. Rather, they lived for hundreds of years and, unlike humans, they didn't have to live chronologically. They could move through time.
Impressive, but it also begged one major question. "Is Ravyn's family still alive?"
Kyl paused in his typing. "Technically yes, but no, not really."
"What do you mean?"
"Ravyn's a Were-Hunter. They're cousins to the Apollites and to the Daimons who are hunted by the Dark-Hunters. Since they share the same bloodline, many of the Were-Hunters run sanctuaries that protect the Daimons from the Dark-Hunters. Because of that, Ravyn was denounced when he became a Dark-Hunter. He's not allowed near any of his kinsmen in any incarnation."
Susan's heart clenched. Having had her own father turn his back on her, she fully understood the pain of rejection. But at least she'd never known her father. How much worse would it be to have someone she loved turn her out?
"Here in Seattle. His father owns one of the sanctuaries just a few blocks over."
Her jaw dropped at that. "And none of them ever talk to him?"
He gave an odd half laugh. "Nooo." He stretched the word out with meaning. "They're not even allowed to say his name. He's completely dead to them."
"If they felt so strongly about that, why did he become a Dark-Hunter?"
Kyl shrugged. "You'll have to ask him."
"Hey, Kyl?"
They both turned to look at the doorway where Jack stood in the small opening. "Have you heard anything from Brian?"
"No, why?"
"We sent him over to check on Cael, but he hasn't come back yet and he's not answering his phone."
Kyl scowled. "That's weird."
Jack agreed with him. "We thought so, too, and it's dusk already. Should we send someone after him?"
Kyl hesitated. "Has the sun set?"
"Ten minutes ago."
He cursed.
Susan was perplexed by his hostility. "Is that bad?"
Both men gave her a "duh" stare. But it was Kyl who answered. "Just a little bit. At sunset, the Daimons are free to prowl." He let out a tired breath. "Man, times like this I really miss home."
"Home?" she asked.
"New Orleans. Down there, the Daimons are much more laid-back and tend to take their time before they hunt. Up here, they're way too caffeinated. As soon as the sun sets, they call for parties." He looked at Jack. "How many Blood Rites are around here right now?"
"You and Leo. Otto should be back in a few and Jessica later tonight."
Kyl stroked his chin as he considered that. "Let me know the instant Otto gets back and we'll go check on Brian."
There was something in his demeanor that struck her. He was scared and trying hard not to show it. After Jack left, she got up and approached him. "What are you not saying?"
His face turned stoic and cold. "Nothing."
Yeah. Right. Susan cocked her head and narrowed her eyes on him. "Look at me, Kyl. No bullshit. I used to be one of the best reporters in this country and if there's one thing I know, it's body language. And yours tells me that you're lying about 'nothing.' "