I found Falcon standing in the doorway, arms crossed and glaring at me. Relief went through me at the sight of him. Until that moment, I hadn't allowed myself to think that he might not have gotten away. "Still with the books. You're killin' me." I closed the trapdoor and pushed the crate back into place. "Where have you been?" He shoved his hand through his hair, making it stick up like a porcupine. "I thought—" "Takes more than a few cops and a ridiculous vampire to end me." For a moment it looked like Falcon might fling himself across the storage room and hug me. Concern and embarrassment heated my face. "Um...I'm sorry you were worried?" He got himself under control and managed a short guy-to-guy kind of nod though his eyes looked suspiciously wet. "I have the pictures I took at the school up on the computer," he muttered. He turned away and stalked back into the main part of the shop. I followed him, not sure how I could make him feel better.
