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“Will it always be like that?”

The thought of feeding on her again stirred him to nearly painful proportions.

“If we were to repeat this? Not always, no. You would eventually become immune to the fog.”

Her smile was the most beautiful, seductive thing he’d seen in several lifetimes.

“Good.”

Oh God, if only they could finish this . . . but Toni’s eyes already blinked as if she were fighting off sleep.

“I need to get you home.”

She didn’t argue. He walked over to her purse, scooped it up, and was about to offer his arm when he heard it . . . the unmistakable sound of glass breaking.

Constantly surrounded by a barrage of sound inaudible to humans, vampires and Cheld quickly learned to filter out the ones they didn’t want to hear. But years and years of practice had left him, and other vampires as ancient as he, with the ability to filter out unnecessary sounds while keeping an ear out for those that meant trouble.

Which was why Lawrence heard the window breaking from over a block away.

“Come on,” he said, more urgently than he should have.

“What is it?”

Toni followed him as he exited the front door of the bank.

Lawrence listened for a moment before pointing. “This way.”

He didn’t want to leave Toni alone, especially since he was her best protector, but something dangerous was happening in Stone Haven—in their town—and he couldn’t ignore it. Especially when he realized where the sound had originated.

“Your aunt and uncle’s shop,” he said.

The streets were dark with few pedestrians out and about. One spotted them as he and Toni ran toward the shop. Aware he’d have a hell of a time explaining how he’d known something was amiss, Lawrence forged ahead anyway. Someone had broken a window to get into Curiosities.

He would find out who.

And why.