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the situation he’d left showering in his bathroom, and the mess he’d left behind at Memorial. This type of screw-up wasn’t like him. Bringing a female into his quarters, even with the best of intentions, wasn’t like him. He couldn’t afford this kind of distraction. And Emily Ross was most certainly a distraction. Kenric inhaled a deep breath and tried to pick up the thread of the current conversation. Work—that’s exactly what he needed.
    Heavy boots sounded in the hallway, moving in a steady procession toward the kitchen. Arran and Markus entered seconds later, one behind the other.
    The temperature in the room took a nosedive at their entrance.
    They crossed the expanse of the kitchen in full patrol gear, daggers strapped on their legs.
    Markus was the last one to sit at the table. As always, his long, straight black hair was bound at his neck by a leather strap. Kenric shook his head. The vampire always kept everything perfectly in its place, including his hair and his well-groomed goatee.
    Neither of the two spoke as they took their seats for the evening’s briefing before patrol. Nothing unusual. Social graces didn’t sit at the top of their list of priorities.
    An unspoken understanding existed among the group. Both possessed an aura that screamed: keep your distance . They seemed to prefer it that way. Regardless, when it came to trusting someone to watch your back, they didn’t come any more loyal than Arran and Markus. That’s why they were Enclave.
    “If you two run into trouble and need any backup, Logan will be covering operations tonight along with Elle,” Kenric said.
    Arran and Markus lifted their chins in an affirmative reply. Arran’s eyes never left his cup while he poured a dose of dark, French-roasted brew. Straight up, no cream or sugar. He two-fisted his cup, drinking with his eyes closed. His blond hair hung loose at his shoulders, shadowing his face. Arran had been the last to join his Enclave, but with a blade, the vampire could already hold his own against any of his other warriors. In fact, he was probably the best.
    “Are you going to fill us in on what the hell happened last night?” Guerin stared at him, then swung his gaze wide to include the other warriors at the table.
    “That’s why I’m here,” Kenric said, but instead of heading straight into the immediate, uncomfortable details involving the female upstairs, he turned his attention to another important matter. “How much longer until the breakfast tray is ready, Michael?”
    “Give me another fifteen minutes.”
    “Excellent.”
    “A breakfast tray?” Guerin turned in his chair, glancing over at Michael, who had pulled out a silver bed tray and was stacking it with assorted pastries and a full carafe of orange juice.
    Guerin returned his attention back to the table. “You know how I love me some food, but you…” he aimed an index finger at Kenric’s chest, “ You never eat. What the hell’s going on?” He pinned Kenric with an unspoken don’t-shit-me look.
    “I’ll be getting to that later. Right now, and more importantly, we need to discuss what went down last night, and who I feel it’s all tied to.”
    Kenric recounted the previous night’s events to his team, starting with his dream visit from Marguerite. He left out the details that involved his murdered fiancée. His warriors didn’t need to know that. Only Guerin knew the full details regarding his past. With his team, Kenric was neither inclined nor felt a real need to reveal the privities of his former life. They understood Marguerite had been his sire, and that she had a destructive history. And that she relished the power of being a vampire and the superiority it gave her over humans—especially men who had the misfortune to fall in her path.
    That alone made her dangerous.
    That was all they needed to know.
    After he gave details about Marguerite, he moved on to the attack by the three DEADs.
    “We’ve got more of a problem than