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Authors: Diana Seere
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slow creep upward. Eva was part of the bloodline, from one of the four shifter families. They were distant relatives, third or fourth cousins. He’d known her his entire life.
“We were discussing...” He fumbled. “Um, the Patriots game. The team’s loss. She likes football,” he lied. He hoped it was true, though. The last woman he’d slept with more than once had hated football. That relationship ended when the preseason games began at Gillette Stadium.
She interrupted him, one of the few people bold enough to do so. “It was clear what you were doing.” Eva bent down primly, her knees poking out from under her skirt, body limber and flexible. “And while I have no objection to the men at this club taking what’s freely offered, I prefer that it’s done in private.”
“It’s not what you think.”
She smiled and laughed through her nose, eyes calculated and combing over him. “You sound like an errant schoolboy, Gavin.” She widened her eyes with amusement. “It suits you. How cute.”
Agony ripped through him. Not because she was wrong.
But because she was right .
“She’s... different.”
Eva’s eyes flashed, predatory. “So I have heard. The One? A human. Tsk, tsk, tsk . I thought Stantons didn’t choose humans. Isn’t that one of Asher’s rules for his herd of unruly little siblings?”
Gavin could handle being corrected.
He would not tolerate being mocked .
“You know the legends, Eva. You’re old enough to have invented them. I’m not doing this for folly. You know how this works. Until I mate with the One, I can’t control... whatever this is.”
“Until you mate? Is that how the legend goes? I’m so old and feeble my memory isn’t what it used to be,” she said dryly. The jab at his earlier comment made him sigh.
“Touché.”
“I’ve heard every excuse, from presidents to Super Bowl stars, and I’ll say this one last time: keep it in your pants, and keep it in private. The club’s reputation needs to remain pristine.”
“I would never act in a way that would jeopardize the club.” His voice was flat and cold, a sharp contrast to the fire and heat that roiled inside his body.
Eva stood slowly and looked down at him.
“Gavin, my dear,” she said with a faint smile. “You just did.”
After watching her glide away with that timeless grace that was typical of the women from that branch of the family, he counted to ten slowly under his breath and then got out from behind the table.
He needed to be alone. His business clients didn’t matter; one of his people would make sure it went smoothly. Because of his unusual genetic makeup, he used figureheads as much as possible with the media and casual business contacts. Even Brazilian plastic surgery couldn’t explain how he’d looked thirty since the turn of the millennium. But he was always there, always directly controlling what was said and what went on.
Just not today.
Nothing to do with the Beat or the One or any of that mystical bullshit. He’d almost gotten a poor woman fired before she’d even started her first shift.
And he’d impelled Eva to reprimand him as if he were a child. Or worse—as if he were Derry.
Two white-haired men he’d promised to talk to waved at him from the bar, but he pretended not to see them. Instinct drove him to head underground, into the cold, dark quiet. The Novo Club downstairs would be perfect, but he didn’t want to risk seeing one of his mocking, critical, insufferable siblings or any one of a dozen cousins. They’d smell Lilah on him. And his need.
That wouldn’t do. He’d end up killing his own kin. In the mood he was in, he might kill all of them.
So he strode across the club, using every scrap of his willpower not to chase Lilah down and carry her out with him over his shoulder, through the back entrance to the service elevator. He got inside, inhaling the scent of her that remained, and took it down into the second oldest, deepest corner of the
“We were discussing...” He fumbled. “Um, the Patriots game. The team’s loss. She likes football,” he lied. He hoped it was true, though. The last woman he’d slept with more than once had hated football. That relationship ended when the preseason games began at Gillette Stadium.
She interrupted him, one of the few people bold enough to do so. “It was clear what you were doing.” Eva bent down primly, her knees poking out from under her skirt, body limber and flexible. “And while I have no objection to the men at this club taking what’s freely offered, I prefer that it’s done in private.”
“It’s not what you think.”
She smiled and laughed through her nose, eyes calculated and combing over him. “You sound like an errant schoolboy, Gavin.” She widened her eyes with amusement. “It suits you. How cute.”
Agony ripped through him. Not because she was wrong.
But because she was right .
“She’s... different.”
Eva’s eyes flashed, predatory. “So I have heard. The One? A human. Tsk, tsk, tsk . I thought Stantons didn’t choose humans. Isn’t that one of Asher’s rules for his herd of unruly little siblings?”
Gavin could handle being corrected.
He would not tolerate being mocked .
“You know the legends, Eva. You’re old enough to have invented them. I’m not doing this for folly. You know how this works. Until I mate with the One, I can’t control... whatever this is.”
“Until you mate? Is that how the legend goes? I’m so old and feeble my memory isn’t what it used to be,” she said dryly. The jab at his earlier comment made him sigh.
“Touché.”
“I’ve heard every excuse, from presidents to Super Bowl stars, and I’ll say this one last time: keep it in your pants, and keep it in private. The club’s reputation needs to remain pristine.”
“I would never act in a way that would jeopardize the club.” His voice was flat and cold, a sharp contrast to the fire and heat that roiled inside his body.
Eva stood slowly and looked down at him.
“Gavin, my dear,” she said with a faint smile. “You just did.”
After watching her glide away with that timeless grace that was typical of the women from that branch of the family, he counted to ten slowly under his breath and then got out from behind the table.
He needed to be alone. His business clients didn’t matter; one of his people would make sure it went smoothly. Because of his unusual genetic makeup, he used figureheads as much as possible with the media and casual business contacts. Even Brazilian plastic surgery couldn’t explain how he’d looked thirty since the turn of the millennium. But he was always there, always directly controlling what was said and what went on.
Just not today.
Nothing to do with the Beat or the One or any of that mystical bullshit. He’d almost gotten a poor woman fired before she’d even started her first shift.
And he’d impelled Eva to reprimand him as if he were a child. Or worse—as if he were Derry.
Two white-haired men he’d promised to talk to waved at him from the bar, but he pretended not to see them. Instinct drove him to head underground, into the cold, dark quiet. The Novo Club downstairs would be perfect, but he didn’t want to risk seeing one of his mocking, critical, insufferable siblings or any one of a dozen cousins. They’d smell Lilah on him. And his need.
That wouldn’t do. He’d end up killing his own kin. In the mood he was in, he might kill all of them.
So he strode across the club, using every scrap of his willpower not to chase Lilah down and carry her out with him over his shoulder, through the back entrance to the service elevator. He got inside, inhaling the scent of her that remained, and took it down into the second oldest, deepest corner of the
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