Sanctuary . Amy Blankenship

with so many souls in it. Yet she’d ironically found him in the one place Samuel couldn’t reach her… it was almost funny.

      Michael opened the front door and walked in with Warren directly behind him. Warren stopped to take in the interior and nodded his approval.

      “So, is this were you’ve been for the last couple days?” Warren asked.

      “No,” Michael shook his head, “long story short… I made love to a stranger in the subways, was attacked by a jealous demon, and then murdered by my father.” He winked at the horrified look on Warren’s face. “But enough about me, I brought you here so we could talk about Trevor without risking the chance that he’s actually listening.”

      Kane had come out of his room when he heard the unmistakable sound of a pair of motorcycles outside. He entered the bar area just in time to hear Michael confess part of what happened the other night.

      “You made love to a stranger in the subway?” Kane asked stepping up behind them, making Warren flinch. When Michael looked over his shoulder at him, Kane shrugged, “What? I could feel you coming seeing as how my blood is inside you right now… plus you know I could never resist the hum of a motorcycle.”

      “How did your blood get inside Michael?” Tabatha asked making the boys turn toward her.

      “Found him dead yesterday love… had to do something to help him heal,” Kane said bluntly.

      “What?” Tabatha and Warren said in unison.

      Kane sighed seeing the anger start to rise in Tabatha’s eyes and figured he might as well give it a shot at defending himself, “I told you I was with Michael for a little while.”

      “And you conveniently left out the fact that he was dead,” Tabatha insisted as she crossed her arms over her chest.

      “Nah nah na na nahhhhhh,” Michael teased Kane as he walked on toward the bar that was still set up in the huge room.

      “I knew he wouldn’t stay that way,” Kane tried again then admitted just for the hell of it, “even if I did do a few things out of boredom.” He saw Tabatha’s eyes darken more and quickly decided a change of subject was in order. “So Warren, how’s that brother of yours?”

      “In need of a bottle of mega-aspirin,” Warren said then caught up with Michael at the bar in the middle of the room. “Why didn’t you call me?”