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in disgust. “After
I'm finished with her, you take her and do whatever the fuck you want with her.
First, I want half my payment up front!” Raphael demanded. “Don't fuck me hunter,
or I swear, I'll tear your fucking heart out and shove it up your ass!”
    Tell you what vamp, deliver me the hybrid, and I'll give you all the money. Nothing
up front until I see you stick to your word. Capish? And don't try anything, whether
you know it or not, you're being watched. Did you really think I was stupid enough
to come here alone?” Kyle laughed. Instead of calling to the hybrid, take this.”
With one hand, Kyle dipped into the duffel bag, pulling out a small round silver
gadget resembling that of a compass, only larger.
    “What's that?” Danoir asked.
    “This little beauty tracks hybrids. My brother invented it himself. Hybrids are
worth a lot of fucking money. You can get more money for them if you dissect them.
It really depends to whom and where you sell them. My brother and I are one of the
best dealers in the biz, and if you deliver, we'll take good care of you.”
    Raphael grinned as greed radiated in his eyes, lust slowly replacing greed at the
thought of all he would do to the hybrid whore….Thorne's whore.
    * * * * * * *
    The sun set quickly causing vampires to stir throughout the elegant neighborhood.
Something jarred Thorne out of his sleep, causing him to sit straight up in bed.
Thinking Melanie had tapped him, he glanced over at her still body. It had to have
been Storm projecting his spirit, shaking Thorne out of his sleep. His brother was
pissed, Thorne could feel his brother's anger radiate through his body.
    Melanie stirred next to him rolling over, flinging her arms around his waist.
    “Well, hello sleepy head,” Thorne laughed, as he gently touched the tip of his mate's
nose. “I'm surprised your father hasn't bothered us. I know he's awake now.” Thorne
said, reaching for the lamp on the night-stand next to the bed.
    “Get your asses down here now!” Donovan Jackson roared from downstairs, sending
a slight child down Melanie's spine.
    “Dammit Thorne! You spoke too soon!” Melanie squealed, slipping into a denim dress,
this time wearing bra and panties. “He's gonna kill us!”
    “Well, he warned us. What's the worse he will do? He's a peace loving man, correct?”
Thorne grinned as he slipped into a pair of faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt.
    “It will be fine, his bark is worse than his bite.” Melanie suggested.
    “Well, I respect your father Melanie, but I won't be pushed around by him.” Thorne
said. “Oh shit, I made love to his daughter under his roof, so he'll view that as
disrespect.”
    “Okay Thorne, stop worrying, come on. Let's take our blows like adults.” Melanie
busted out laughing as they entered the hallway. Floorboards creaked as they made
a sharp right to slip down the steps and take a seat in the living room.
    Donovan stood next to the fireplace, hands on his hips, giving the couple “the”
look, eventually sitting down as Natalie walked past, swatting him on the arm.
    “Donovan, leave those children alone and watch television or something. Your pig's
blood is in the kitchen, I forgot to bring it out!” Natalie said, giving her daughter
a huge hug, and kissing Thorne on his cheek. “Thorne, I want you to know, we welcome
you to the family. Please take care of our little girl.”
    “Thanks Mrs. Jackson.” Thorne grinned.
    “No worries Thorne,” Natalie crooned.
    Thorne grabbed Melanie, pulling her close to him while inhaling her fragrance. Accidentally,
his hand brushed against the small patch of skin he felt earlier during the day.
Satisfying his curiosity, he quickly pulled Melanie's hair up in an effort to examine
the patch, despite Melanie's protests. “Thorne…nooo!” Melanie howled.
    “What the hell…Melanie!” Thorne growled in shock. “What is that?” The alpha of the
Black Claw Clan demanded venomously. Melanie broke out in tears, fear