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elevator signaled their arrival. Killian shoved the unpleasant memories aside as the doors opened. He strode into the entry hall of the lavish penthouse duplex, intent on not feeding nightmares that couldn’t be undone.
    He liked this new place so much better than the hotel where they’d been staying. With the open floor plan and floor-to-ceiling windows, it felt more like home than living in that damn hotel suite ever did. His father had even given his blessing on the long-term living arrangement. For years, the king had wanted to improve the relationship between their people and the vampires. Having his only surviving son and heir to the throne living in New York City was a good place to start.
    â€œGood night,” Ivan said. He slapped David on the shoulder and waved to Killian before heading toward his bedroom. “What time do you want to head out tomorrow, Your—Killian?” He corrected himself before Killian could.
    â€œAbout noon. I have some emails I need to catch up on before we go to the site.” Killian smiled and gave his friend a nod. “And not to worry, our visits to The Coven will be fewer and farther between. After all, I have my own club to worry about now. First thing tomorrow, I’d like to head over and check on the construction. They should be almost finished, and if all goes well, I can let the interior designers have at it before the end of the week.”
    â€œYes, sir.”
    â€œOne more thing,” Killian said, stopping Ivan in his tracks. “At sundown the day after tomorrow, we will be picking up Ms. Pemberton and bringing her to the club.”
    â€œYou’re the boss.” Ivan gave him a tight smile and tilted his head in deference before striding through the large living room and disappearing into the hallway that led to his bedroom.
    â€œGood night, Ivan.” Killian let out a sigh and stuck his hands in the pockets of his slacks. Ivan was a wall of muscle and looked like an escapee from a military unit. Most people would expect a brute, and while the guy may have been hell of a fighter, he could be surprisingly formal.
    â€œAre you pissed?” David asked.
    Killian blinked and turned toward him in surprise. Standing in the sprawling kitchen, with its gleaming stainless-steel appliances and shiny granite counters, the fighter looked remarkably out of place. A pang of guilt hit Killian like a ton of bricks. David and Ivan wanted to be in this loud, crowded city about as much as Killian wanted to bond with a mate just for the sake of the throne.
    â€œWhy would I be pissed?” Killian tossed his jacket on the mahogany dining table and went to the fridge in search of a midnight snack. He glanced at the digital clock. Actually it was more like a really, really early breakfast. Pulling out a container of leftover sesame chicken, he grabbed a fork from the drawer and dug in. Chinese food tasted even better when it was a day old.
    â€œI don’t know.” David shrugged and leaned back against the counter. Killian offered some chicken to David, who politely refused. “Maybe ‘pissed’ isn’t the right word. But something is up with you, Killian.”
    â€œWhat are you getting at?” Killian swallowed the food in his mouth and leveled a serious gaze at David, who looked like he had something important he wanted to spit out. “You can be honest with me.”
    â€œHow honest?” David narrowed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. “Like friends honest or the king hired me to have your back honest?”
    â€œFriends.” Killian looked at him earnestly because he meant it. Ivan and David had both become more like friends, but especially David. “What’s up?”
    â€œWhy are we here?” David asked quietly.
    â€œYou know why.” Killian kept his voice even. “I’m opening the club—”
    â€œRight.” David held up one hand. “You could open one in