I was plunged into darkness.

CHAPTER 21

I’D SEEN MOVIES where blindfolded people were able to tell where they were going, based on some innate talent to sense motion and direction. Not me. After a few turns, I couldn’t have told you where in Palm Spring we were—especially since I suspected Trey was taking a slightly roundabout way in order to make sure there wasn’t a tail. The only thing I was certain of was when we got on I-10, simply because of the feel of the freeway. I didn’t know what direction we were headed and had no way to accurately time how long we traveled either.

Trey didn’t offer much in the way of conversation, though he did give short answers whenever I asked questions. “When did you join the vampire hunters?”

“Warriors of Light,” he corrected. “And I was born into it.”

“That’s why you’re always talking about family pressure and why so much is expected of you, isn’t it? It’s why your dad is so concerned about your athletic performance.”

I took Trey’s silence as an affirmative and pushed on, needing to get as much information as possible. “How often do you guys have your, um, meetings? Are you always having those brutal tests?” Until very recently, there had been nothing to suggest Trey’s life was much different from any other high school athlete who kept up with his grades, a job, and an active social life. In fact, thinking of all the things Trey usually did, it was hard to imagine him having any time at all for the Warriors.

“We don’t have regular meetings,” he said. “Well, not someone at my level. We wait until we’re called, usually because a hunt’s under way. Or sometimes we conduct competitions, in order to test our strength. Our leaders travel around, and then Warriors gather from all different places in order to be ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“The day when we can end the vampire scourge altogether.”

“And you really believe this hunt is the way to do it? That it’s the right thing to do?”

“Have you ever seen them?” he asked. “The evil, undead vampires?”

“I’ve seen quite a few of them.”

“And you don’t think they should be destroyed?”

“That’s not what I’ve been trying to tell you. I don’t have any love for Strigoi, believe me. My point is that Sonya’s not one of them.”

More silence.

Eventually, I felt us exit the freeway. We drove for a while longer until the car slowed again and turned, onto a gravel road. We soon came to a stop, and Trey rolled down the window.

“This is her?” asked an unknown man.

“Yes,” said Trey.

“You turned off her cell phone?”

“Yes.”

“Take her in then. They’ll do the rest of the search.”

I heard a squeaking gate open, and then we continued on the gravel road until turning onto what felt like packed dirt. Trey stopped the car and turned it off. He opened his door at the same time someone on the outside opened mine. A hand on my shoulder nudged me forward.