What exactly could she do? And where the hell had she gone?“Son of a bitch, I’m an idiot.”Was she linchetti like him? Sometimes it was hard for like to tell like, though Cam had never been fooled before. Her ears weren’t pointed but maybe they’d been surgically altered.She definitely was not Mal. He knew it as surely as he knew she was his. He’d seen into her soul last night and there had been no blackness there. But how the hell he hadn’t detected the arus, the magic in her blood, well, that was a definite problem.Right now, though, no matter what she was, he had to find her.If she went to her uncle… Fear sank into his gut at the thought of what Daniel Bonnini might do to her if he discovered she’d slept with him. Bonnini might not know who he was but he’d be able to figure it out soon enough.Then she’d be in danger. And that meant he needed to find her. Fast.Upstairs, he grabbed the pillow she’d slept on and searched for and found a few blonde hairs. Then he ran back downstairs to the concealed door at the back of his house leading to his altar room.
