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Fear coiled in Savanah’s belly as a man stepped into the kitchen He was as tall as Rane, his body coaze swept the roo when he saw the woaze settled on Rane “I don’t want to fight with you over this,” he said curtly “I want the books, that’s all”

“Do you always get what you want?”

Clive nodded “Always”

Rane stepped between Savanah and the Werewolf “Not this time”

“Want the books for yourself, do you, Vampire?”

“No, I just don’t want you to have them”

“It seems there’s only one way to settle it, then,” Clive said “Survivor gets the books” He glanced at Savanah “And the woman”

“Let’s take it outside,” Rane said

Clive jerked his head toward the back door “After you”

“I don’t think so”

Clive winked at Savanah “I’ll be back in a few lanced at the dead Vampire, and then back at Savanah “Be ready to take her place” And so saying, he turned and walked out of the house

“Rane…”

“Get your gun and get the hell out of here” Rane didn’t wait for her reply, but turned and followed the Werewolf out the back door

Savanah stood there awildly And then she went upstairs to get her gun

Chapter Thirty-Six

Clive stood in the middle of the backyard, his hands fisted at his sides, his eyes narrow slits “To the death?”

“Suits h Rane’s body as he su the say danced across Rane’s skin like static electricity, alien yet familiar

They circled each other slowly, their bodies tense and slightly hunched over, their ar breath If he lived, Savanah would live If he died, she would die Knowing that, everything else ceased to exist as he focused all his attention on the Werewolf

Clive darted forward, his hands changing, the nails becos out froht his fist down across the Werewolf’s back Clive grunted, then spun away Wheeling around, he charged again, a yellow-eyed nights protruded froain, hardly aware of the bites and scratches he received His breath ca as the scent of the Werewolf’s blood rose in the air They ca oblivious to the injuries they sustained, neither inflicting any serious dae to the other

With a howl of frustration, Clive shifted to wolf forain, they were evenly th of Rane’s left foreleg, shredding flesh and ed Clive scra in his cast-off clothing With a feral growl, Rane sprang forward, intending to bury his fangs in the Werewolf’s throat He let out a growl as his left leg gave way beneath his closed on Clive’s shoulder instead of his throat Blood filled his mouth and he reveled in it Clive lay still beneath hiht of destroying his eneht up in the lust for blood, Rane realized aan inhuman cry of triumph, the Wererenched his shoulder fro down his are from the pocket of his shredded jacket and jabbed the needle between Rane’s shoulder blades