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a weapon?”
    Darcy spluttered with shocked laughter. “Em!”
    Pia grinned. Whatever the two were trying to hide, it wasn’t any of her affair. Nope. She was strictly short-term. “Vamp cocks are the biggest. Although…” she leaned over the table to whisper, “I’ve heard werewolves are just as impressive.”
    “Werewolves!” Darcy shuddered. “Monsters, every one. You should have seen what they did to those people.”
    Having heard the story of the botched raid earlier, Pia could sympathize. “Not that I have any personal experience, but I have heard things.”
    Darcy’s gaze sharpened. “Is it true they’re hard to kill?”
    “You have to destroy their hearts or their brains,” Pia said.
    “Why do they hate us so much?” Emmy asked, looking like she was about to cry.
    “Well, like I said, I can only tell you what I’ve been told—strictly third-hand info. But werewolves are like vampires—they can be made or born.” Pia shrugged. “But the ones that are made, usually from a bite, are very unstable and vicious.”
    She paused as Darcy poured another finger of whiskey into her glass. Her throat was really dry. She took a drink and looked up to find both women staring expectantly. “Well, those who are born don’t like the made ones very much—they tend to bring attention to the whole population. That’s partly why there are so few.”
    “Purges, hunts?” Darcy said.
    Pia nodded.
    “But that doesn’t ’splain why werewolves hate vampires,” Emmy said.
    Pia frowned, trying to remember the rumors told by other vamps on the fringes of those who would know—the ancient ones. “Their population is very small. They don’t usually risk turning humans to werewolves because those creatures tend to be unstable. They need breeders.”
    Emmy’s flushed face blanched pale. Darcy shot her a strained look.
    Pia noted the byplay, but her brain was a little too muzzy to understand. “And not many breeders exist. Something to do with mostly male progeny in their litters,” she continued. “So werewolves take it personally when a vamp mates with one.” Pia shrugged. “Wouldn’t you take it personally if a vamp robbed you of a chance at continuing your species?”
    “Bugger,” Emmy muttered, shoving her glass away.
    “Funny how our two senior citizens never mentioned that story,” Darcy murmured.
    “It’s not common knowledge among vamps—there are very few opportunities for the two species to tread on each other’s toes. Breeders are that rare.”
    Darcy’s eyebrows lifted. “Well, I’m glad we had this little talk.”
    “Me too,” Emmy said glumly.
    “You don’t think your werewolves are sniffing around a breeder, do you?”
    “’Course not. What would be the chances?” Emmy said briskly, her wide and innocent. “Is there any more of that liverwurst?”
    Pia looked from one woman to the other. Both their expressions were pinched with worry. Something was definitely up. “So when are you due, Darcy?”
    The dark-haired woman’s face relaxed fractionally. “At the end of the month,” she said, smoothing her hand over the mound of her belly.
    “I think that’s the only thing I miss about being human,” Pia said, sighing.
    “Have you been one for very long?” Darcy asked.
    Pia grinned. “Well, I’m not as ancient as your old man, Emmy, but I’ve been around the block a time or two. I was turned back in the twenties.”
    “You were a flapper girl?” Emmy said, her face lighting with enthusiasm again.
    “A gangster’s moll, actually. Can’t you picture it?”
    Emmy tilted her head to the side, smiling. “Carmine red lipstick, one of those chiffon and silk chemises—yeah, I can picture it.”
    “So, what happened?” Darcy asked.
    Pia blew out a breath. “The usual. Wrong place, wrong time. I went to a dance hall where the bootleg whiskey was pouring a little too freely.” She raised her glass. “I’ve always loved the taste of whiskey. But I swear, that night I