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of the warriors around him remained stoic. They waited in silence.
    “She collapsed.” Eyebrows lifted around the table. Dammit, he had always been the embodiment of self-control.
    “I didn’t kill her, for God’s sake.” Kenric’s deep voice echoed across the expanse of stainless steel and tile. His voice was a bit harsher than he’d intended, but he needed to make sure they were clear as to what went down.
    “There were already going to be too many questions regarding the John Doe who disappeared from the hospital. I couldn’t leave an unconscious nurse behind with bite marks on her neck. Besides…,” Kenric leaned back in his chair and surveyed the expressions of his team before finishing. “I thought she would be beneficial in cleaning up the situation with the hospital.”
    Guerin placed his elbows on the table. “So, this nurse, how’s she handling the news that she was bitten by a vampire, and that those fangs belonged to you?” One long index finger pointed in Kenric’s direction. “Or have you yet to broach that subject?”
    “I’ve told her. She doesn’t believe me. Thinks I’m crazy, or that I’m covering up some kind of military conspiracy experiment. I guess that’s easier to believe than the existence of vampires.” Kenric fought back the urge to smile as he recalled her stubborn defiance. He leaned forward and swiped a hand through his hair. “Don’t get me wrong, she was frightened when she remembered what happened last night, but she’s shown real courage. Quite impressive, actually.”
    Guerin nodded, a slow grin spreading across his face, showing his teeth minus the fangs.
    Kenric narrowed his eyes on Guerin. “What?”
    “Umm…nothing. I just haven’t seen you ever talk about a woman so…fondly before. Kenric glared at Guerin. The silence screamed, shut the hell up .
    “So…what’s your plan?” Guerin said, ignoring Kenric’s glare. “How would you like us to handle this?”
    “Arran, Markus, you two can head out when you’re ready.” Their chairs scraped across the tiled floor as they left their seats. “Watch your backs.”
    “Always,” Arran said, closing the door behind them.
    “As for your question.” Kenric returned his attention to Guerin. “It’s business as usual. Hopefully, things will go well with Emily this evening, and I’ll bring her down to work with Elle. I think she’ll accept the truth and be willing to help. If not, there’s always the alternative.” His mind rebelled the moment the words left his lips. He hoped to hell he didn’t have to go that route.
    “Emily.”
    Hearing her name drop from Guerin’s lips snagged his attention.
    “Her name. It’s nice,” Guerin said. “Is she as pretty as her name?”
    Everything that made Kenric a master vampire roared to life. He stifled a growl. His jaw tightened with the effort to subdue his instinct to leap over the table and grab the other vampire’s throat. How dare he even consider her attractiveness?
    Kenric took a deep breath and then cleared this throat. Tame your beast, St. James. She’s not yours, and she’s not going to be.
    “Yeah, I suppose.” He rolled his shoulders. It did little to unknot the ball of tension riding him like a boulder—no, make that Mt. Everest—between his shoulder blades.
    “You suppose…?” Guerin threw his words back with a laugh. “What does that mean? Is she pretty, or isn’t she?”
    Kenric squirmed for a second in his seat and then abruptly left the table, not wanting to answer or deal with all the questions he knew Guerin was on the brink of firing.
    “Michael, everything ready?” After a good-to-go nod from his aide, Kenric grabbed the tray off the counter and headed out. The heat of what had to be two sets of wide-eyed stares burned into his back.
    “Whoa, captain. You’re not giving me any more intel on Emily than that?”
    Kenric stopped.
    “You’re gonna leave me hanging?” Guerin added, his tone conveying his delight in