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Darius approached cautiously, his senses alert, his nerves alive with anticipation.

A red shoe print marred one whitewashed floorboard, and letters were painted across the width of the porch floor, covered with a thin layer of white paint.

Murderer.

Had the person who’d attacked Catherine vandalized the property first? He frowned, stepping into the foyer.

A small sound made the hair on his neck stand on end, and Darius paused, listening to footsteps on wood flooring. A floorboard on the stair creaked, and he eased back into the room.

A shadow moved across the open doorway, and he lunged, tackling the intruder. He slid his forearm across a soft throat, pressing just enough to stop his squirming, wiggling captive.

Red hair.

Pale face.

Dark blue eyes.

Catherine!

He backed away, panting hard, and offered a hand to pull her to her feet. “You’re supposed to be at my place,” he said. “Someone just tried to kill you.” He didn’t bother keeping exasperation from his voice.

Catherine frowned. “He’s gone,” she whispered.

“Maybe.”