erself, but it didn't stop the tears tracking down her face or the terrible grief welling up unexpectedly and often shaking her to her very core. she worked steadily, trying to use normal chores to make her feel normal again. it was the only thing she could think to do.

she was just finishing and about to go to the hay field when she heard the kitchen door again. this time paul's steady footsteps could be heard walking across the yard toward her.

colby shook off the sudden dread. she needed a few hours alone without worrying about whether or not her brother was suddenly going to turn into a monster in front of her eyes. she didn't want to watch him every minute. she turned to greet him with a determined smile, grateful for her acute hearing.

"you've been crying," he said immediately.

"feeling sorry for myself, nothing bad," she explained. "what about you? you should still be in bed. can't you sleep? you aren't hurting, are you?" colby pushed back her hair. paul looked fine, but it made her nervous to know that the vampire could still use him. it was difficult to forget the memory of his young face twisted with hatred as he threw her into the herd of stampeding cattle. what did you say to a boy who'd been bitten by a vampire and tried to kill his own sister? how did you comfort him? she was out of her depth.

"i'm fine, i just had too many nightmares. i don't want to sleep, even though i'm exhausted." he handed her a piece of paper. "ginny already went out for a walk this morning. she took king with her. she said she'd water the garden and make breakfast when she gets back. it's hard to think about things as mundane as breakfast and chores."

"i saw king taking off and thought she'd just let him out and had gone back to bed. she likes to pick berries for breakfast, but i don't like her going off too far with all this going on."

"i could go after her," paul offered. "i don't like it either."

colby didn't want paul out of her sight. "we'll just let her have a short walk and if she isn't back in a half hour, we'll casually walk after her so she doesn't think anything is wrong."

"what about the vampire?" he asked uneasily.

"he can't be up this time of day; the early morning light is too much for him. we should all be safe." and paul was with her, so he couldn't be used unknowingly. the sun was barely out but her skin felt it. she rubbed her arms. there was an awkwardness between them that had never existed before.

paul patted several of the horses as they moved restlessly. "i helped put this shelter up yesterday with sean's men and juan and julio." there was pride in his voice.

"it's wonderful." she didn't mention money. paul needed to feel good about something.

"how are the horses doing?"

"they seem to be recovering fast. i like to see juan and julio working with them, whispering in their ears the way dad used to do." colby exchanged a smile with her brother. "i love watching them do that."

"me too," he admitted. "did they go back to the everett ranch to get some sleep?"

"no, they're both in the house. i put juan in dad's room and julio in the guest room." she smiled at him.

"i can't believe the horses are so much better already. how do they do that?"

"i think it was rafael," colby said. "every time he's visited with them, they're improved. i think he uses some kind of healing technique on them."

an awkward silence fell over them. paul pressed his hand to his throat. "i can still feel him, colby."

"i know, paul. i'm trying to figure out what we're dealing with here. we can't exactly go to ben and tell him there's a vampire on the loose-he'd lock us both in a mental ward."

paul shrugged, attempting a smile. "he's been wanting to do that for years. it wouldn't be anything new."

colby turned her head, movement catching her eye along the slope just above their ranch. her eyes were already burning and it was early morning. the sun wasn't even high, yet she could feel the light poised to stab at her. she squinted, shading her eyes. "what is that, paul? an animal dragging itself?"

paul swung around, his eyes tracking the slope. immediately he stiffened. "that's king, colby. he's hurt." he took off running, streaking across the yard toward the injured dog.