Oh, he’d won, all right. But he’d lost, too. He had succeeded in humiliating a man he’d never seen show fear before. He’d gone against the law and the Code without knowing anything about the murder except what Perry had said…or what Serenity believed. “Mr. Constantine?” Victoria said. He shook himself. “Perry won’t come back,” he said. “Serenity and the others were riding out of town to look for Zora when I left. Let’s go find them.” He spoke quietly as he finished putting on his clothes, explaining as briefly as possible what he was and why she didn’t have to be afraid of him. “Does anyone else at Avalon know?” she asked, twining her fingers in her horse’s mane. “Serenity does. And Zora. You’re the third.” He mounted, and drew his horse alongside hers. “I’d appreciate it if you’d keep it to yourself for now.” She laughed nervously. “I would never tell anyone,” she said. “You said it yourself to Mr. Perry. They’d think I was crazy.”
