Long enough for two mortals to die. The trick was to stay alive for the last half hour of this short summer night. Live to fight another day? Selena had the oddest thought, wondering if she'd ever get a decent night's sleep again as she dashed between a pair of parked cars, Sandy half a step behind her. Her instinct was to call in for help, but to whom did she make the officer in need of assistance call? She didn't want to risk the lives of mortal cops, even for a half-hour distraction. Let's see, she didn't have Ariel's number on her speed dial; besides, he might have sanctioned this hunt. She didn't think so. "Denver vampires?" Selena asked, as Sandy pulled her to a halt. They ducked down by a car door. Shadows swirled, figures darted, someone laughed softly nearby, but no one approached. "Donavan's with them," Sandy said with a whimper. The longing came off her in a wave the vampires could pick up a mile away. "My Donavan." "Your death, sweetheart. Get over it." That was the problem with being a companion.
