the gate is.”
As she turned toward the stairs that led to the apartment, she saw
Dante sitting very still, obviously deep in thought.
* * * *
Meg hefted the duffel bag in one hand. It was heavy, but nothing
she couldn’t handle
. Her heart was racing as Dante slammed his door
shut and turned on his halogen flashlight. Her boots crunched the
gravel beneath her feet as they quietly made their way to the door of
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the warehouse. The air was cool around her, and she pulled her
sweater closer.
Dante went first, pushing the heavy door aside and holding it open
for her. He held his free hand out. “Let me carry that for you, Meg.
Come on, it’s my last chance to be a gentleman.”
Holding the bag out, she allowed Dante to take it. She took the
flashlight. He slung the bag over his shoulder and followed her into
the darkened recesses of the warehouse. It was very different from
when they visited earlier in the afternoon. There was a gloom over the
whole place that seemed very foreboding. Meg took a deep breath and
had to force herself to continue moving forward.
“Wow, I really don’t like this place,” Dante said.
She looked back at him. His face was pinched and tight with fear.
She sympathized. If she didn’t have to be here, she would probably be
running right now. “Dante, I’ll be fine. You don’t have to come in
with me. I can make it on my own.”
His eyes narrowed, and even in the shadows, she could see she’d
pissed him off. “Just lead the way, sister. I might not be a vampire,
but I can handle it.”