Paul had been hunting Vampires for decades, and only once or twice had he ever registered even the slightest bit of fear. But tonight was different. He wasn’t sure if it was bad memories from the last time he was here or if Holland was somehow messing with his mind, but as he leaped down silently from the two-story house, his heart beat slightly out of control. The idea that he could be trapped in there again, that they could begin to harvest his tissue, or worse, that they had figured out ...