The silence in the SUV on the ride back from the precinct was different this time. It wasn't the suffocating tension of an hour ago; it was the heavy, charged air that follows a successful hunt. I sat in the darkness, the passing streetlights strobing across Chloe's profile. She was staring out the window, her medical bag gripped tightly in her lap.
I'd told her to go in there to prove a point—to show her that she needs protection from me against this world of blood that wasn't for her. She was created to care and save lives, not to engage in battles with those created to take them without justifiable reasons. But she had stripped Silas down more efficiently than any of my men could have with a blade. She had been cold. Precise. Terrifying.
