Where was Michael? She felt the male in her mind. Remnants of his spirit-boost, a rare, regenerative component found in some human blood, and kundalini— his energy and life force—invaded her soul, his clean woodsy musk a heady aphrodisiac the likes of which she had never experienced, stronger than the essence of their earlier target from the club. How was it possible that she could sense him so intensely when he was nowhere near, that she could know his name, unless… He was a hybrid. She could feel his uniqueness, his alien blood and she knew he was a cambion—born of a human and her people’s erstwhile enemy, the Sebitu. She had to find him. She needed to taste him. Touch him. She needed his energy, but first she needed to get out of here. The hunger assailed her anew. She had thought she could handle it, had assured Quna Nahemah, her friend and mentor, that she was strong enough to go on one more retrieval mission. She had shamelessly played on their friendship and history to ensure her place with Nahemah’s great grandson and his wife on the retrieval team.
