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floor.”
“Sis?”
“Yes?”
“Can you put the pizza in the fridge for tomorrow?”
Her voice grew distant. “It’s too old to enjoy.”
Kat’s eyes closed and she mumbled, “It’s perfect.”
***
As soon as Prince arrived at his mansion, he ascended the curved staircase to his study and closed the door. It was a quaint room with a mahogany desk to the right—a green banker’s lamp casting a warm glow. The entire wall in front of the door was a bookshelf filled with ancient books in six different languages. The two green chairs to the left were rarely used; Prince never invited anyone to join him in this room, and he preferred sitting at his desk where he could work on his laptop.
He took a seat in his leather chair and switched on the computer. He had direct access to a secure database only a select few Packmasters were privy to. It stored information the Council had collected on troublesome Shifters as well as criminal records.
Prince hadn’t thought of Vlad Romanov in decades. The problem with living an extended lifespan was that it was inevitable you’d run into familiar faces from the past. Humans like to use the expression that it’s a small world, but for Breed, it was infinitely smaller.
He replayed the scene in his mind several times of the Mage thrusting his energy-soaked hands at Kat. Prince should have moved faster; he should have known Vlad would create a diversion and flee the scene. Had Prince reacted a fraction of a second sooner, Kat wouldn’t have been hurt at all. A man putting his hands on a woman incited a wave of rage that rippled through him like a tide.
And for that, Vlad would pay.
Then his mind drifted back to Kat. She was so different from Nadia, whose blond locks had first captured his attention. Yet the dark and deliberate nature of Kat’s hair made his heart quicken. Whenever she took a deep breath, he noticed her collarbone. It seemed like such an odd thing to focus on, but finding traits that made her different from her twin had become a silent game. The commanding way she threw her shoulders back and cocked her hips to the side when speaking. The confident tone in her voice, her assertive gaze, the level of control. Those qualities beguiled his wolf, making him pace restlessly in her presence—something his wolf had never done for another female. Even her own wolf possessed that same inherent strength by dominating that Mage and making him submit.
Kat’s insults were thinly veiled. She judged him because of his wealth and tidy appearance. Yet she had also made references to his long hair on two occasions, once using the word “sexy” to describe it. Prince reached back and pulled the band from his hair, shaking it loose around his shoulders, wondering what Kat would think of it unbound. His long hair connected him to his past and allowed him to see his former self reflecting back at him in the mirror. In that reflection, he also caught glimpses of his father.
Prince became drunk with thoughts of Kat, and for the first time in centuries, he coveted. Wanted to taste her lips, feel her body beneath his, and run with her wolf. Prince shifted in his chair, realizing he’d become thick with arousal. These ungovernable thoughts would consume him if he didn’t get control of them. Despite Kat possessing the purity he’d long sought for in a mate, he couldn’t afford to have tender feelings for such a woman. A bounty hunter who carried a knife and lived like a nomad—she was completely wrong for him, so he steered his thoughts away.
“Vlad Romanov,” he said quietly, staring at the computer screen. “Born in 1721, emigrated from Russia, wanted for slave trafficking.”
Sadly, that sort of depravity still went on in the underworld—outside the city limits of most major cities and beyond the reach of the Councils. A sparse few ancient immortals held fast to the old world when they had once lived like kings, using Shifters to do their bidding. Vlad had made
“Sis?”
“Yes?”
“Can you put the pizza in the fridge for tomorrow?”
Her voice grew distant. “It’s too old to enjoy.”
Kat’s eyes closed and she mumbled, “It’s perfect.”
***
As soon as Prince arrived at his mansion, he ascended the curved staircase to his study and closed the door. It was a quaint room with a mahogany desk to the right—a green banker’s lamp casting a warm glow. The entire wall in front of the door was a bookshelf filled with ancient books in six different languages. The two green chairs to the left were rarely used; Prince never invited anyone to join him in this room, and he preferred sitting at his desk where he could work on his laptop.
He took a seat in his leather chair and switched on the computer. He had direct access to a secure database only a select few Packmasters were privy to. It stored information the Council had collected on troublesome Shifters as well as criminal records.
Prince hadn’t thought of Vlad Romanov in decades. The problem with living an extended lifespan was that it was inevitable you’d run into familiar faces from the past. Humans like to use the expression that it’s a small world, but for Breed, it was infinitely smaller.
He replayed the scene in his mind several times of the Mage thrusting his energy-soaked hands at Kat. Prince should have moved faster; he should have known Vlad would create a diversion and flee the scene. Had Prince reacted a fraction of a second sooner, Kat wouldn’t have been hurt at all. A man putting his hands on a woman incited a wave of rage that rippled through him like a tide.
And for that, Vlad would pay.
Then his mind drifted back to Kat. She was so different from Nadia, whose blond locks had first captured his attention. Yet the dark and deliberate nature of Kat’s hair made his heart quicken. Whenever she took a deep breath, he noticed her collarbone. It seemed like such an odd thing to focus on, but finding traits that made her different from her twin had become a silent game. The commanding way she threw her shoulders back and cocked her hips to the side when speaking. The confident tone in her voice, her assertive gaze, the level of control. Those qualities beguiled his wolf, making him pace restlessly in her presence—something his wolf had never done for another female. Even her own wolf possessed that same inherent strength by dominating that Mage and making him submit.
Kat’s insults were thinly veiled. She judged him because of his wealth and tidy appearance. Yet she had also made references to his long hair on two occasions, once using the word “sexy” to describe it. Prince reached back and pulled the band from his hair, shaking it loose around his shoulders, wondering what Kat would think of it unbound. His long hair connected him to his past and allowed him to see his former self reflecting back at him in the mirror. In that reflection, he also caught glimpses of his father.
Prince became drunk with thoughts of Kat, and for the first time in centuries, he coveted. Wanted to taste her lips, feel her body beneath his, and run with her wolf. Prince shifted in his chair, realizing he’d become thick with arousal. These ungovernable thoughts would consume him if he didn’t get control of them. Despite Kat possessing the purity he’d long sought for in a mate, he couldn’t afford to have tender feelings for such a woman. A bounty hunter who carried a knife and lived like a nomad—she was completely wrong for him, so he steered his thoughts away.
“Vlad Romanov,” he said quietly, staring at the computer screen. “Born in 1721, emigrated from Russia, wanted for slave trafficking.”
Sadly, that sort of depravity still went on in the underworld—outside the city limits of most major cities and beyond the reach of the Councils. A sparse few ancient immortals held fast to the old world when they had once lived like kings, using Shifters to do their bidding. Vlad had made
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