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I shoot Nora a text to let her know we arrived safely and that we’re at a club, I’ll call when I find a quiet spot. I don’t want her panicking and calling Trojan.I take another sip of my drink, and this time I actually enjoy it.Maybe I’ve been spending too much time around werewolves because I forgot what it feels like to be somewhere nobody knows me, which is something I used to crave.Messiah is already chatting with the bartender like they’ve known each other for years. I don’t even know when she learned his name, but somehow she’s gone from ordering a drink to laughing at something he says.I shake my head and take another sip.A few minutes later, a vampire woman slides onto the stool beside me and glances at my drink. “First time here?”I nod. “Is it that obvious?”She laughs. “A little. You keep looking around like someone might jump out and announce that you’re in the wrong place.”“I’m waiting for the coffins.”She laughs loudly enough to make me grin.Her name i

Eric shrugs. “You could still talk to Alpha Chris.”Kane shoots me a look. I ignore him.“He might’ve also known your mother.” Eric takes another sip of his drink. “He makes it his business to know everyone around this town.”“Or Selene’s mother,” Kane adds, glaring at Messiah. “Then you can go your merry way.”I snort at him. “What’s your problem?”Selene chuckles. Carter looks like he might just faint. “I just don’t like strangers,” Kane mutters, his eyes locked on me as though he can wish me away. “Especially pretenders.”“Come on, Kane.” Eric grunts, then makes an apologetic face.Unfortunately, I already don’t feel like being here anymore. We got what we came for. A bit of information. Maybe we can come back another time. Preferably when asshole fuckface isn’t here.“Don’t tell me you don’t see it?” Kane points at Messiah. “She’s a Trojan.” He glares at me. “Which means she’s a fucking Trojan.”My face heats up, and I feel it traveling down my throat before settling in

I run my tongue over my lower lip, holding his gaze. “I don’t know what else you want me to say. I’ve been half-human half-vampire all my life.”Messiah sighs beside me and starts using her shirt to blow air for herself. She’s suddenly sweating like crazy. She looks at Chris, then Kane, then Chris again. “Are we getting out of here or not?” she asks. “I have shit to do back home. And not really fond of hanging out with bikers.”Kane glares at her. “Bikers? Or just Dark Crest?”Chris doesn’t bother with either of them. He’s still watching me when his phone buzzes in his pocket. His eyes narrow as he contemplates answering. The sound doesn’t go away. He pulls it out, glances at the screen, and answers without stepping away. “Talk.”I can’t hear the voice on the other end, but I watch every shift in his face. Whatever the person says hits him hard and his jaw tightens. The easy, assessing calm drains out of him in seconds. His other hand curls into a fist at his side.“How many?

The bathroom door opens a long time later.Trojan steps out in a towel, his hair wet, the tension still on his shoulders. He looks at me sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but the sheet I pulled around myself and doesn’t say anything. That look makes me hiss to myself.I don’t think he’s ever been pissed at me before, or at least I can’t remember.He crosses to the dresser, pulls on a pair of black shorts and a plain grey T-shirt, and runs a hand through his hair.“I’m going to check on them,” he says.I nod. My throat feels tight.He leaves me sitting there, listening to his footsteps fade down the hall. I eventually force myself up and into the shower. The water is hot enough to sting the places he spanked, but I don’t turn it down. I wash quickly, dry off, and pull on one of his clean shirts before climbing back into bed.He’s not back yet, but there are two brand new milk pumps on the nightstand. They are still in their packaging, a small bottle of cleaning solution,

I wake up alone on the couch with a blanket over me and the TV still on mute.Sunlight is already spilling through the living room windows. My body feels used in that sore way that usually makes me want to stay down, but the house is too quiet. I don’t hear any movement or cooing coming from the nursery either. I sit up. The shirt I’m wearing smells like him and sex and last night, and of course, breast milk. He’s in the kitchen when I walk in, already dressed properly, phone to his ear, but he isn’t speaking. He glances at me once, then looks away.“I want a full rotation on the house,” he finally answers the person on the other line. “No one in or out without my say so. And pull Nora in. I want to talk to her.”My stomach drops. I hope he’s not going to give her shit about last night. I especially hope he won’t fire her. I’ll hate myself if he does. And he won’t listen to a word I say after last night.He hangs up and looks at me properly. The heat from last night is gone. W