Chapter 5
“Slow night, rogue-wise,” Marc commented quietly, an hour or so later.
“Maybe, maybe not.” Galen moved across the rooftop above the alley, every sense alert. Then he felt it again. Holding up his hand, he inched forward. A moment later he paused. He signaled to Marc then dropped off the edge of the roof, landing silently on the balls of his feet. Ahead of him he saw a vampire, half hidden by a large dumpster. A panicked cry came for the rogue’s prey—then silence.
A split second later, Galen decapitated the rogue, catching the teen before she collapsed. Making eye contact with her, he wiped her memory of what had occurred. He replaced it with the idea she had been about to bed down for the night when he appeared, scaring the hell out of her. “You really should stay out of alley
