Chapter 11

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Gabriel stuck his pitch black muzzle into the air and sniffed. He picked up the foul stench of Hastur and Ligur, who were waiting for him at the place where they agreed to meet.

Gabriel had taken several baths in a river he had located to make sure that Eden and her parents' scents were completely gone.

As Gabriel emerged from the bushes, Ligur sneered, "Have any luck mutt?"

Gabriel shook his head. "I'm afraid not."

"Damn." Hastur spat. "The Count is gonna be bitchin' about this for days on end." The old Count seemed to be getting senile as the centuries went by.

"There are a few other places we can check." Gabriel suggested, fighting the urge to grin smugly.

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