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him, dirty and bewildered. Was he losing his mind or
something? Had he not done what his father asked of him?
    Those werewolves were going to kill Dimitri, who could
possibly also be a werewolf; so he had done the right thing, right? Once he got
the male good and awake, he could find out where Lorcan and Presley were being
kept. He could save them all and leave this God forsaken town. A job well
done; a pat on the back; good riddance, Kadenburg. It was the perfect plan.
    After splashing some water on his face, Rutley returned
to the main part of the hotel room and immediately spotted the coffee pot.
Perfect. That’s exactly what he needed right now, actually. Within minutes,
the small machine was gurgling to life and producing a generic version of the
caffeinated goodness he’d grown addicted to some time ago. He wandered back
outside, opening the trunk of his car to pull out the long duffle bag he’d
brought with him from Florida.
    There wasn’t much inside, truth be told. There was one
extra change of clothes, two pairs of underwear, his phone charger, toothbrush,
toothpaste, shampoo (who even used those pitiful excuses for shampoo in a hotel
anyway), and a razor. He hadn’t really intended on staying for longer than a
day until his father dropped the werewolf bomb on him.
    Maybe he should’ve known to bring more clothes with
him, but there was a part of him that had really hoped it wasn’t going to be a
long ordeal. In fact, as heartless as it seemed, had it not been for the fact
of knowing Liam was involved in all of this, he would’ve already been long
gone.
    Yet I do have a code to honor, he reminded
himself gently as he moved back into the hotel room and dropped his duffle bag
onto the floor. He blew out a low breath, resting his hands on his hips as he
stared at the male sleeping on the bed. Had he been romantically involved with
Liam at some point? He had a lot of questions that needed answers, and that’s
why he’d retrieved his bag in the first place.
    He crouched down to unzip the
old duffle bag, rummaging through it until he found the small bottle he was
looking for. Should he have felt guilty for using it on Mrs. Bamey? Nah, not
really. He needed her to be honest with him, and there was no better way to
get information out of a person than by way of his great-grandfather’s
concoction. It was a truth serum of sorts, and he didn’t know all of the
ingredients used in it; although he did know Sodium Thiopental was involved.
    Ten minutes later, Rutley was easing down onto the side
of the bed, gripping a plastic cup full of hot coffee as he stared at the
sleeping male. Dimitri had managed to roll onto his back again, so it was
easier to influence the strong scent directly towards his nostrils.
    “Wakey wakey,” Rutley said in a somewhat upbeat tone.
“I’ve got coffee.”
    Everybody enjoyed coffee, right? At least that was
the observation Rutley had made from a small age. Everybody always seemed to
have a cup of coffee. Every teacher he’d ever had during his school career
clung to their mug, and his father seriously needed to consider having an IV
hooked up to himself; so why would this guy be any different?
    “Hey,” Rutley said more firmly as he pressed his knee
against Dimitri’s thigh. “Wake up. I’m not playing around with you.”
    The corner of Dimitri’s mouth twitched as his brows
lowered on his forehead. His eyes moved rapidly back and forth beneath his
closed lids as he mumbled again. “No….”
    Rutley rolled his eyes in annoyance, opting to put the
cup of coffee on the night stand before his open palm made contact with the
other male’s cheek. “I said wake-”
    Strong fingers wrapped around his wrist in a death
grip, and Rutley grimaced from the pressure being applied to the bone as his
eyes lifted to meet wild hazel hues.
    “Don’t fucking hit me again,” Dimitri growled. And it
wasn’t the growl of an angry man; it was the growl of an animal begging to be
released. An