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D a chat with the guards, because while Sorroas highly intelligent and not quite human, she was also less than a quarter of a century old to their hundred and fifty–plus

Veno across his forehead “Look,” he said, shoving it back with an i with this other situation I’ll—”

“No She’s my responsibility” Elena had tracked her, but he was the one who’d coaxed her out of that tiny guard shack where she’d been hiding, her entire body encrusted with blood “I know the places she goes”

Venoness to stand up to the others in the Seven part of the reason he’d been accepted into the group in the first place “You’re getting too close, Dmitri If” The vaainst the searing green of his irises “If she has more of Uraht become necessary”

“That won’t be a problem” He’d broken the neck of his own son, after all

“It will be all right, Misha I promise” He told the lie with a smile, kissed his son on the forehead, that fine baby-soft skin so hot against his lips “Papa will ot several “oh, yeahs!” fro out at the curb when he slid it into a No Parking spot in front of a dingy little building with a neon sign proclai it The Blood Den Since the nued to Dh to touch his car deserved as cohed Dmitri by two hundred pounds—and ouldn’t be able to stop him for so much as a second should Dmitri find himself annoyed—opened the door to the club before Dmitri reached it

“Five-foot-four woman of Asian descent,” he said to the shaven-headed male “Black hair streaked with pink, brown eyes”—for the moment at least—“pasty skin” Sorrow shunned the sun, not because it hurt her but because she thought she was a creature who belonged in the dark

“I noticed a chick going into one of the booths with a guy when I went in for a break,” the bouncer said “Could be her”

Striding to the booth after the bouncer pointed it out, he pulled open the door to expose a twenty-so white male with his pants around his ankles He had his hand on a turgid cock, was jerking off, a glazed look in his eyes

Sorrow, sitting on the bench opposite, curved cri question that held nothing of sex, though she was dressed in a tight black dress with spaghetti straps that ended high on her thighs, her legs covered in boots of liquid black

Not saying a word, Dmitri slapped the male The man blinked, looked down, back up “Wha—”

“Get out” D, theover his feet in his rush to vacate the roo the door, Dmitri leaned on it and watched as Sorrow threw back what looked to be a large tequila before slaust “Do you know I can’t even get properly drunk?”

“Your s