They were underground in what looked like some ancient sewage works. “We won’t be found here,” Sean said. He was the warlock who’d warned them all. Lucas tightened his hand around hers. From the moment they had left his bedroom, he’d not let go of her hand. They had stayed at the edge of his property watching as The Cure tried to find him, to kill them all. They were the enemy, not the man who was now her mate. His mark was on her neck, and everyone in the sewer had seen it. She refused to hide it or to pretend it wasn’t there. “Why?” she asked. “Vampires are excellent sensors, but the design of the sewers affects their ability to find us, even living things. The scent of the earth covers our smells,” Sean said. “We’re protected by this.” Lucas gestured around the dirty, mucky sewers.
