Part 8

(Dayna)

It was by pure instinct that I had followed Devin that evening. I'd seen him eyeing that vampire bitch Catalina all day. Did he think no one would notice?

I'd been looking for a way to break him and Marcie up for a while now. What did Marcie have that I didn't? Now this vampire monster was around, stalking the streets, dressed to kill.

Devin hadn't done his job very well.

*Soulmates*.

The word echoed round in my head. Devin was *soulmates* with a monster? He'd let the bitch *go*. It was against everything we stood for. I just hadn't been able to believe it.

She'd *killed* that boy, Devin had had every opportunity to take her out, and the son-of-a-bitch had let her go because they were *soulmates?* Even *she'd* told him to kill her, and he hadn't.

Soulmates was a stupid sloppy fairytale for pretty little Daybreakers told to cover up the harsh divisions between humans and Night World scum.

Once a soulmate connection was discovered everything was okay.

I snorted with disgust as I headed back to base. Marcie and Zane were gonna *love* this.

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Zane shook his head. "But Devin wouldn't. I mean - *come* *on* Dayna."

I just shook my head regretfully. "I know it's impossible to believe, but I was there. I heard and saw everything." I had to work hard to keep the smug smile off my face.

I had thought it was my sworn *duty* to tell them on what a great guy Devin *wasn't*.

Marcie was just sitting back on the couch, looking as if I'd slapped her. (I wished I had.)

"You made this up," she whispered.

I snorted. "Why would I?"

"Because you hate me! Because Devin and I are together and you just want to hurt me!" Marcie shrieked, standing up like a child in a temper tantrum.

I sighed heavily with a roll of my eyes, and I hit the bitch, hard. I felt a profound sense of satisfaction seeing the shock on not only Marcie's face, but Zane's as well.

"If I wanted to hurt you, you spoiled piece of *shit*," I snapped harshly, "then I would have done it a long fucking time ago. I saw Devin and that Catalina bitch. She's a vamp. She killed a boy. Devin could have stopped her, killed her, but he didn't because they are *soulmates*. He let her *go* - "

Zane stepped in between us and pulled me back. I glared at him, almost mad enough to want to hit him as well. "Enough," he whispered in my ear. "That's enough, Dayna. Stop. We've got the point."

I jerked my arm free, moving away from it.

Zane sighed. "So Devin might a traitor. What do you want to do about it?"

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