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demanded.
    The Were squirmed and bucked. It cried out a
whinnying sound but did not relent. It snapped its teeth hard, chomping,
sending spittle down Grayson’s arm.
    “You know that’s disgusting. Now give in.” Finally,
Gray maneuvered his legs into the mix until he had the beast fully in his
control. Getting low to its ear he hissed, “Yield, before I take your throat.”
    The beast stiffened then finally stopped
fighting. It became docile in his arms. Grayson met the bald guard’s glare. “I
win.”
    Behind the guard stood Zeke. The alpha was
grinning at the show looking entirely too pleased for Grayson’s liking. Gray
stood, brushing grass and dirt off his pants.
    “Grayson Blackmoore, never thought I’d see you
gracing my doorstep.”
    “Since when does a tent flap count as a door?”
Gray responded.
    “Why do birds sing so gay?” the alpha responded.
    Grayson’s hands curled into fists. “Now is not
the time for your foolery. My bruid’s been murdered.”
    “And, let me guess, you need my help. Why, oh
why, are the Blackmoores forever landing at my doorstep?” The alpha sighed
wearily. “If not for the great kindness in my soul your brother would not be
working under me right this very minute.”
    “What happened between you and Dom is just that—between
you two. I could give a shit. Did you not hear what I said, alpha? My bruid is
dead. Now are you going to see me or what?” Grayson was done with Zeke’s
ridiculous conversation. There was never sarcasm or humor in Zeke’s voice. He
used the same southern-boy charm to talk about a stupid door as he did committing
torture. It was because of the madness; it had messed up his mind and given his
eyes an irrational glint.
    “I know your bruid’s dead. It’s all over V-Society magazine.”
    Boom. Boom. An invisible sledgehammer slammed
against each of Grayson’s temples making every second an agony. His body was
sore in a few places from the fight. The blood on his hands looked like spilled
wine. His situation, the recent events in his spiraling life, made Grayson’s
fuse grow shorter and shorter. His hand itched to curl into a tight ball and
hit something.
    The alpha spoke of the famous vampire magazine. V-Society was little more than a gossip column for paparazzi to stalk
the vampire elite—the ton . The Blackmoore name filled the pages, or so
Gray had been told. He’d never seen a page of the magazine in his life. Could
give a shit what people thought of him.
    “Come in, Gray.”
    Zeke entered the tent and Grayson followed. The
room was cramped with several desks. It looked like a president’s office. Zeke
went to the desk in the center of the room, pulled the chair back from it, then
hopped onto his desk. He sat on it with his legs crossed Indian-style. “I can
barely contain my excitement. Please do tell me what’s brought you here.”
    “I need you to track down Vincent Donato and
his son, Jericho. And I need it done today.” The words came off strange on his
tongue. When Grayson swallowed it felt rough. Cotton mouth. Just great. He
pulled a cigarette out and lit it. Only two left. Even better.
    When’s the last time you fed? Fuck off, he growled at
himself.
    “Why oh why would I do that for you?” Zeke
asked. He looked as if he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
    “Because I can pay you. You were elected
recently. The kind of donation I can pay will help your campaign.” The cig
tasted bitter. The clove flavor instead tasted surprisingly of lemon. Smoke
singed his dry throat, chafing it. Lemon…the scent of roses and lemon still
hadn’t left him. It was in everything. Even after changing clothes and
showering, he could smell it—smell her. His hand shook as he pulled hard on his
smoke.
    “I’m president of the Were and vampire council,
Gray boy. I really don’t think I need your money.”
    He wanted to scream in the man’s face or lash
out in some way, but he couldn’t do that. Instead he forced himself to show