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back and rubbed her sex against his thigh.
    She was lost. The world was dark. It was as if nothing existed outside the circle of Cameron's arms, and she wouldn't have had it any other way.
    In the distance, something roared. The eerie, unearthly sound sliced through the cocoon of desire that had formed around Rachel. Her eyes flew open, and her hands dropped from Cameron's neck.
    She glanced at the man who held her, immediately unsure whether to step away or move closer. What she had been doing, what she had been feeling... Shame warred with fear. What was happening to her?
    There was another roar, this one louder... angry.
    Cameron stared over her head, out into the darkness.
    Shaking, she pressed her cheek against him. He pulled her closer, until her face was so tight against his chest she could hardly breathe.
    Then he growled. The sound was almost as unnatural as the roar that had caused it.
    Pinpricks of unease danced over her skin. She tried to step away, but Cameron's arm was like iron holding her in place.
    “Dorian...” The name was a whisper.
    She licked her lips and glanced to the side, but there was nothing to see, nothing but darkness. This Dorian could have been standing inches away, and she wouldn't have known it.
    “What are you doing, Dorian? How far gone are you?”
    “Cameron?” Her voice was shaking. She hated that, wished she could make her words come out strong, but any pretense of strength had disappeared long before.
    He didn't answer her. He pushed her behind him instead.
    Afraid he would step away and leave her alone in the darkness, she clutched at the back of his shirt.
    He inhaled and for a second said nothing. Then he reached behind and found her hand. “We have to go.”
    Rachel's knees locked, but Cameron didn't slow his steps. He jerked her along behind him.
    And with nowhere else to go, no will to stay alone in the darkness, Rachel followed.
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    Dorian was close.
    As Cameron pulled Rachel down the weed- and snow-dotted slope, he heard his brother moving, sniffing, hunting.
    Hunting Rachel's friends, he guessed.
    He stopped and pulled her close, so he could whisper in her ear. “Does this look familiar?” he asked.
    She blinked. “It looks like everything looks... black.”
    He bit back a curse. He'd forgotten she was mortal, couldn't see through the canyon's cursed perpetual night.
    “Smell then, or feel. Does anything seem familiar?” he asked.
    Uncertainty was written on her face, but she turned and stilled, seemed to be studying her surroundings with the senses she did have. When she spoke, there was hope in her voice. “Water. I heard water, like a stream, when I got out of the car.”
    A stream. Cameron closed his eyes and listened. The sound of water tinkling over rocks sounded to his left. He grabbed Rachel's hand and kept going, faster this time.
    He had little hope her friends were alive, had little hope he would reach his brother before he made the change from vampire to lost soul either, but he wasn't ready to give up on either.
    He cared about both. Not just his original mission, saving Dorian—he cared about saving Rachel's friends too. He cared about saving her friends because he cared about Rachel.
    The realization shook him.
    Vampires didn't care about humans. Vampires didn't even care about other vampires, not like humans cared about their own kind. Cameron’s need to find his brother was driven more by duty than love, or that is what he had told himself.
    A hundred feet farther, they found the car. It was lying on its side in the deepest part of a ravine. Ruts from the tires formed a line from the wreck to the road, easily within Cameron’s preternatural view.
    The dark, the shock of the wreck, and the curse. The combination must have confused Rachel and sent her to the canyon’s clay and rock walls instead of returning to the road.
    Cameron stepped into the ruts, Rachel by his side.
    Her fingers tightened on his arm. Then, without warning, she broke from