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Nicholas. That is…is…” Jonas sighed as he closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the seat. “Just forget it.”
    “Not to interfere with your little lovers’ spat, but I need to know what the hell is going on,” Blair said with a slight growl. “Ridley thinks we should help you, but I’m not convinced. You’re bringing trouble to our pack that we don’t need.” The beta was absolutely right. This wasn’t their fight, and there was no way they could win against what was coming. “How long until sunrise?”
    “Hour and a half or so,” Lance answered.
    “Take me to Vegas.”
    “What?” Jonas sat up straight. “What the fuck are you talking about? We need to go to ground. I’m not going to let you get us killed.”
    “You’re going to stay with the pack. You’ll be safe there. Blair is right, though, and this is my fight. I can’t let anyone get hurt because of me.”
    “We can handle whatever is coming,” Ridley said with confidence. “You’re coming to my estate, and that’s the end of it.”
    “You can’t fight this and hope to win,” Nicholas argued. “I’ll be fine inside one of the casinos. Just make sure Jonas gets back to Wyoming.”
    “I’m not going anywhere.” Jonas settled back in his seat casually. “I might be pissed at you, but that doesn’t mean I’m letting you do this alone.”
    “Nicholas, we need to know what we’re up against,” Ridley said quietly. “Give me something, man.”

    Realizing he was outnumbered, Nicholas sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. “Dark magic. That’s what’s coming for me. Our mother was a witch, so Phillip and I inherited the gene. My magic isn’t powerful, and it takes a lot of energy to perform the most basic spells.”
    “Why do I get the sense that there’s a ‘but’ coming?” Callum asked as he turned in his seat to look at Nicholas.
    “Phillip was very powerful.”
    “That’s your brother, right?” Ridley scratched at the back of his neck. “I thought I’d heard that you challenged him for leadership of your coven.”
    “You heard right,” Jonas said before Nicholas could answer.
    “Well, maybe I’m missing something, but what does Phillip have to do with all of this?”
    “That’s what I’d like to know.” Jonas arched an eyebrow at him.
    “I don’t even know what to believe anymore. Can you give me just one thing that’s true? You told me Phillip was dead.” Nicholas closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
    “He was.”

Chapter Seven

    “You need to get some sleep.”
    Jonas didn’t even spare a glance for his mate as he paced the concrete floor of the basement. The sun had long since risen, and he could feel the headache building in his temples. His muscles ached, his throat burned, and eyes itched. Nicholas was right that he needed rest, but he couldn’t sit still or turn his brain off long enough to sleep.
    “Making yourself sick isn’t going to accomplish anything,” Nicholas tried again in his smooth, coaxing voice.
    “Stop. Just…” Jonas held a hand up for Nicholas to be quiet and resumed his pacing. Nicholas was still his mate. Nothing that happened would change that, and he didn’t want it to change.
    He wasn’t ready to forgive him yet, though. Two centuries of lies had been dumped on him in the span of a couple of hours. It was going to take more than sleep and some cajoling words to erase the hurt and resentment he felt.
    “Why didn’t you tell me?” It was the fourth time he’d asked the question since discovering Nicholas’s secret. He’d still yet to receive an answer that appeased him. “You kept me at arm’s length all this time. I was never allowed to get closer, but you made sure I was just within reach so that I couldn’t move on, either. Why, Nicholas? Why would you do that?”
    “I’ve told you,” Nicholas responded wearily. “It wasn’t safe for you to know, nor for us to be