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“They told me you had the answers.”

“What answers?”

“Why things go bump in the night and why I am able to fight them.”

“They just do and you were born to,” Angel replied simply. Looking into the young man’s eyes he didn’t see hatred or resentment like he half-expected, just a desire to know.

“What do I do?”

“The same as anyone else: ignore it or fight back.”

“You fight?”


“You don’t fight alone?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Can I help?”

Angel had tried to give Connor a normal life, but some things weren’t meant to be. Others were.