His master? Mary's instinct was to jerk away, dagger held at the ready, while she scanned the night for a second vampire, but that was what he wanted her to do. He wanted her to let go, to lower her guard so he could escape.

"I'll worry about that when he comes. Get up."

The rogue shrugged, and stood, sinewy muscle sliding through her hands as he straightened. Too tall for her to effectively reach his throat, she snapped the dagger around to his back, pressing the tip ...