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Thorne shook his head "So exactly what are we talking here? How much?"

He dropped his voice oneGerht Saain Sa and aze "Is she here?"

"Nope, and believe rant, then?"

"Yep"

"Daht it was anot to think about it Besides, even if she shows, I have no intention of going after her"

Thorne clapped hih If she’s so powerful, she’ll be right for you This could be a good thing"

Kerrick really didn’t want to hear any encouragement, not from Thorne, not from any of the brothers "I took vows after Helena died" EOS He finished off the Maker’s

Medichi leaned in froot a question"

Kerrick turned in his direction and waited

He swirled the Cabernet in his wineglass He was the tallest of the brothers, topping out at six-seven with lean, powerfulabout?"

Before Kerrick could answer him, Zacharius rounded Medichi and butted in as well "Yeah You exchanging recipes or what?" Kerrick flipped him off

Zacharius was the er His thick curly black hair, when he chose to release it froravel-pit voice broke over Kerrick’s shoulder "Well, assholes, though it’s none of your business, ere just discussing warrior hts?"

Zacharius turned white and headed back to his stool Medichi crossed himself Both warriors hunched over their drinks and disappeared for a while Kerrick waggled his elass at Sam Sam nodded and refilled

A feminine moan shifted his attention down the bar, just past Zach Jean-Pierre whispered a string of tender French words into the ear of his now panting fe her collarbone The other hand slid deep into her skimpy blue silk top

Sam called to him, "Jean-Pierre, you know the rules Mist and a booth or I’ll have to throw you out"

Jean-Pierre s and a lovely Gallic growl eased out of his throat

Kerrick had to smile The barkeep was half Jean-Pierre’s size, a small vampire, born on Second Earth, who’d find himself broken in half if he pushed the warrior One of his privileges, however, since he served Endelle by keeping the club specifically to serve her warriors, was to order even the Warriors of the Blood around, at least on his premises

Saiants stepped forward Kerrick’s sardless of their size, if they intended to engage Jean-Pierre, they’d both end up in the hospital in less than a minute

When the warrior didn’t back down, Thorne lifted his head froh why you have to forget the rules every other night…"

Jean-Pierre shrugged, laughed, then wrapped a ripped arm around the female’s shoulders and drew her away The only order he would ever take was from Thorne

He had a different take on the cadroen as well He tied up his wild-looking broaves with varying strips of brocade, a leftover affectation from his years at the court of Louis XVI

"Fifteen minutes," Thorne called after hiain and the feainst him

Zacharius hooted after Jean-Pierre, who in turn flipped him off Jean-Pierre disappeared behind a layer of mist as he hauled his mortal female into one of many red velvet booths

Fifteenthe Borderlands throughout the night, on both Mortal Earth and Second, hunting the Commander’s death vampires Kerrick’s muscles twitched Fifteen ht his attention Alison? Adrenaline punched through his veins oncewarriors They strolled in, tall powerful vampires, each six-five plus

Dao, leap on hiht her easily and sucked on her neck Her giggles rose above the noise of the club Alcohol tended to elevate any voice, so even with the music off until Thorne wanted it back on, the place was alive histles, catcalls, and loud conversation There were other sounds as well Those, however, Kerrick ignored

He picked up his glass, slid off the stool, and once ainst the bar He hooked Luken’s arm and palmed his hand