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him.
    Peace.
    Contentment.
    Happiness?
    But those feelings were distant memories now, taunting him with the
proof of her absence. Mocking him for his weakness.
    Pull yourself together, Hunt. She was a fantastic lay. That’s all.
Anything else you felt was just your imagination.
    He dug his ringing cell phone out of his jeans pocket and checked the
time: 2 a.m.
    Still naked, he stepped into the bathroom. “Yeah. This is Hunt.”
    “Hunt,” FBI Director Kyle Mahone snapped. “Where the fuck are you?”
    “Where the hell do you think I am?” He saw the note taped to the
bathroom mirror and ripped it off.
    You were even better than you looked. Jes.
    He frowned at the flippant words of praise. What had he been expecting?
Her phone number and an invitation to call? He filled a glass with water, then
took a long swallow. Mahone’s voice crackled out from the phone he still held
in his other hand, reminding him that he hadn’t even questioned her about the
shape-shifters the way he was supposed to.
    “Damn it, Dex. Did you hear what I—”
    He lowered the glass with a thud. “I’m still in Los Angeles with the
team.”
    “You sure as shit aren’t with the rest of the team. If you were, you’d
know there’s been an attempted murder on a shape-shifter. The culprit, another
shape-shifter, got away. Lucy’s going to the hospital to talk to the victim.”
    “Which hospital?”
    “Los Angeles Memorial.”
    “I’ll be there as soon as I—”
    But Mahone had already hung up. “Shit.” Once again, Dex reached out to
turn on the faucet, this time to splash some cold water on his face, but a
sound drifted toward him from the bedroom.
    He froze. Whoever it was hadn’t come in through the hotel room door
because that was next to the bathroom and Dex would have seen him.
    Of course, Jesmina was a vampire with the ability to teleport. Maybe
she’d forgotten something. Maybe she’d decided she hadn’t had enough of him.
But he knew that wasn’t the case. She was long gone and now someone was out
there while Dex was in the bathroom, buck-ass naked without a weapon.
    “Dex, my boy, aren’t you going to come out and say hello? Or are you
shy now that the lady vampire’s gone?”
    Despite the months since he’d seen him, Dex immediately recognized the
male voice as one belonging to a Feral gang member. At one time, the man’s
brother had been Dex’s best friend. That had been before Dex had killed the man
for crimes he’d committed at the were orphanage. “Rurik,” he called as he
scanned the bathroom for a potential weapon. “What brings you to L.A.?”
    “Just seeing the sights with some of the other Ferals.” Rurik’s voice
got louder as he approached the bathroom. “Imagine my surprise when what I
spotted was you. And the vampire who met you at the door? Nice.”
    He didn’t bother asking how the were had gotten inside. A third floor
balcony would be child’s play for Rurik. Dex’s gaze landed on a toothbrush,
still wrapped in plastic, next to the sink. He snatched it up. “Sorry, but if
you were hoping to join in, she’s already gone.”
    “Too bad. Could’ve been fun. But vamps were always your thing, not
mine. Guess I’ll just have to settle for killing you.”      
    He was right outside the door. Dex drawled, “Your brother was a
pedophile who liked abusing little boys. He deserved exactly what he got.”
    Dex heard Rurik’s roar a split second before he barreled through the
bathroom door. Dex grabbed the shower curtain, ripped it off the rod, and flung
it toward the large werebeast lunging toward him. Rurik’s gun rattled to the
floor but he kept coming, barreling into Dex and sending him stumbling back.
The back of Dex’s knees hit the commode just as he pushed Rurik back into the
bathtub. Instantly, he flipped the faucet nozzle so water streamed out of the
showerhead, the water preventing Rurik from shifting into his wolf—and
immortal—form.
    Rurik flailed at the clingy fabric.