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"Fine, but I expect payrasped one of the stunted horns and hauled Levet up to glare into his wide eyes

"Your pays Understood?"

"Hey, let go"

Jagr dropped the deround "Don’t return until you’ve found the curs"

"Goth bully" With a flick of his tail, Levet turned to waddle away

Jagr grimaced No doubt both Darcy and Shay would rake hio They possessed a bizarre fondness for the gargoyle But for thetheir threat to Regan

At his side, Regan raked a glance over his large body "Why does he keep calling you a Goth? I’d say you’re oth chief"

"Christ" Her eyes widened in shock "Exactly when did you get changed into a var turned to enter the cave, the bags of clothing banging against his legs The night of his turning was so he never discussed

Not with anyone

With a snort of disgust at his retreat, Regan followed on his heels

"Hello, Mr Freeze What the hell are you doing now?"

"I need to speak with Salvatore"

The elegant bedroom in the St Louis mansion was a decadent feast for the senses Gold-veined low of the priceless chandelier, the lacquer furniture was designed for acco thewas painted with naughty satyrs seducing Rubenesque angels

Lying in the old satin and black velvet, Salvatore Giuliani was jerked fro pleasure by the persistent buzz of his private cell phone

His hand reached for the phone even as the wo his naked body prepared to impale herself on his stiff erection

"Don’t answer it," the beautiful cur with long cri over his chest "Please, lover"

"Get off, Jenna," he growled, his golden brown eyes glowing as the wolf inside hier

"Call them back later"

"Get the hell off"

With a sweep of his ar from the bed in one sle across the ruh treat his back on the woether at the unfamiliar number Only a handful of people were allowed to dial his private line Those who called without per their throat And occasionally their spleen Flipping open the phone, he held it to his ear "Who is this?"

"Jagr" The cold, dark voice was edged with the revolting arrogance that was as s Filthy leeches "I was sent by Styx to retrieve the Were"

"Did you find her?"

"Of course We’re in Hannibal"

Salvatore curled his lips at the s response Cristo He hated vampires

"And?"

"And I want to knohy your curs tried to kill us"

"Curs" With quick strides, Salvatore was standing beside the heavy desk across the rooh the files on his laptop "There is no Were pack near Hannibal"

"Then you have so potshots at the tourists"