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but this was a private party, and I‟m going to call—”
    “Oh, shut up, Tiny Dick,” Christophe snapped. “Just a tip, but maybe you‟d be better off to keep your pants on in the future.” Almost negligently, he waved a hand in the air in the direction of the man, whose eyes bulged out before his eyelids fluttered closed and he silently slipped to the ground, unconscious. Alexios shot a look at Christophe and was unsurprised to see that the warrior‟s eyes glowed a fierce dark green with the force of the power he channeled.
    “Hells, while we‟re at it,” Christophe muttered, “why not take care of all of this?” He took a deep breath and raised his hands in the air, then whispered an ancient incantation and opened his arms in a sweeping gesture that encompassed the room. Like a wave tumbling against the shore, the humans in the room fell to the floor in a graceful, rolling line of naked flesh.
    Alexios narrowed his eyes. “They‟re unconscious, right? You didn‟t just kill a roomful of humans, did you?”
    Christophe laughed. “Hey, not a bad idea. What, thirty fewer idiots we have to protect from themselves?”
    Alexios nearly snarled. “Fool, if you—”
    “Relax. I just put them to sleep for a while. But they‟ll all wake up with one miserable hangover. It was the least I could do.”
    Brennan shoved his throwing stars in some hidden pockets in his jacket and stared at the bleeding gashes on his hands. “What happened here? Why am I bleeding? Did I truly kill the one vampire who might have helped us to find Justice?”
    Alexios blew out a deep breath. “Yeah. You did. You had some kind of meltdown and went crazy on us, saying the humans must die. And if I‟m not mistaken, that was a giant helping of emotion crushing you down.”
    Brennan raised one eyebrow, but no other evidence of even the slightest surprise marred the serene calm that had returned to blanket his expression. “Impossible. I have experienced no emotion in more than two thousand years.”
    A shaky but determined feminine voice interrupted them, coming from the far corner of the room. “Well, that was a pretty good imitation of it, then.”
    As one, the three warriors whirled to face the threat, pointing raised weapons at the figure who peered out at them from behind a large red-leather sofa. A human female, wrapped in nothing but a torn length of fabric, stood up and stared at them defiantly. Her dark hair was tangled around her shoulders and one eye was swollen and bruised as though she‟d been struck—hard—in the face. In spite of her disarray, she had a compelling beauty that drew Alexios, made him want to assist her in some way.
    She lifted her chin and gazed at each of them in turn. “Unless I‟m either hearing things, or I‟m crazy, you‟re from Atlantis, and you hate these monsters as much as I do. So how about we make a deal? You help me get the story of a lifetime, and I‟ll help you find your friend.”
    Christophe laughed and lowered his sword. “Right. Naked and beaten, in this room, and you expect us to believe you‟re some kind of reporter? You‟re as sick and twisted as the rest of them.”
    “That may be,” Alexios said slowly. “But why is she the only human still conscious?”
    Brennan made a strange growling sound and stepped forward, but Alexios shot out a hand to grasp his arm. Brennan stopped dead, but never took his gaze from the woman.
    She shook her head, her slender fingers twisting in the fabric she held closed over her breasts.
    “No, you don‟t understand. I‟m—”
    “It‟s okay,” Christophe said, leering. “Did I mention I like sick and twisted? We should definitely get to know each other sometime.”
    Brennan‟s growling throttled up into a full-fledged roar, and he broke away from Alexios‟s restraining hand and shoved Christophe halfway across the room.
    “You don‟t understand,” the woman repeated, with only a slight hint of nerves threading through the