Oh, and the urn was currently stored somewhere in the hunter’s apartment.

How the hell she was going to find a way into a super-paranoid vampire hunter’s private home—which was no doubt protected by all kinds of technology and magic—was something that Theo had left for Moth to figure out for herself.

Perfect.

She prowled the perimeter of the apartment block on the eastern edge of Ironbridge, wondering why a killer would choose somewhere like this to hole up. It was too high profile—way too up-market for a person who should, by rights, want to keep his head down and his business private. On the other hand, he probably made a ton of money doing what he did, so why not live in style? It wasn’t like a vampire hunter had a high life-expectancy.

Moth ran her fingers over the cool metal of the intercom, wondering where Thomas Murdoch was hunting tonight.

“You need to get in?” The voice came from directly behind her, and Moth couldn’t believe she hadn’t sensed anybody approach. She was losing her touch.

She swung around to face a young guy, probably similar in age to her—before she was turned—with blond spiky hair and intense dark eyes. She couldn’t tell what color they were, even under the apartment-block security lights, but that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was that he was freaking gorgeous. And tall—much taller than her.

The guy activated the electronic entry pad with a black fob hanging from his keyring. He gave her a strange look as he opened the door, probably because she was just staring at him. Moth wondered if she had drool running from the corner of her mouth.

“After you,” he said.

“Thanks.” This wasn’t exactly how Moth had planned on entering the building, but what could she do? She couldn’t be rude, not when he was so goddamn cute, and maybe this would turn out to be easier than climbing the outside wall.