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  I knocked on the door, and a couple of minutes later, a four-foot-tall woman (the stilettos added four inches) wearing a leopard-print pleather skirt, a black lace corset, and a ton of attitude opened the door. “The fuck you want?”

  “What’s shaking, Goldie?”

  The scowl on her hot pink lips morphed into a grin. “Just my moneymaker, doll. Get your ass in here!”

  She stepped back, opening the door enough to allow all of us entrance. She hugged Adam’s leg and took Giguhl from my shoulder to cradle him against her surprisingly ample bosom. The cat purred and nestled in like he’d found his favorite home. “Erron’s in the kitchen,” Goldie said, leaning in to nuzzle her nose to Giguhl’s. “It’s too bad we’re both married, Gigi.” The cat giggled, and I escaped as quickly as possible to be spared the flirtation.

  Adam came with me, and we found Erron in the back of the house, where a huge modern kitchen had been built. The place was too pristine to have ever been the scene of actual cooking, but the attached bar had seen plenty of use. Case in point, Erron was pouring cocktails out of a shaker when we walked in.

  “You made it!” He came forward to greet us. He wore faded blue jeans and a Bauhaus T-shirt, and his jet-black hair was expertly mussed. Several earrings sparked from both lobes, a chain with a pentagram hung around his neck, and a thick leather cuff wrapped around his wrist.

  “Where’s Giguhl?” he asked, pulling back from the hug he gave me.

  “He and Goldie are making out in the foyer,” Adam said. “Where’s Ziggy?”

  “He’ll be down in a minute. He had to feed the baby.” Ziggy and Goldie had had their first kid last year. It was hard to imagine two people so dedicated to the hard living of the rock ’n’ roll lifestyle settling into parenthood, but they seemed to manage just fine. Erron had even had a special bus made for the family so they could bring the kid with them on tour.

  Erron handed us our drinks and we held them up for a toast. “To the old times and the new times, but most of all, to the times we spend in the company of friends.”

  We all clinked glasses and sipped on the gin and tonics. Gin wasn’t my usual choice of drink. I preferred vodka with extra blood, but I wasn’t going to complain. Erron was right; it was nice to spend time in the company of friends. I’d spent so much time over the last year traveling that I missed the simple pleasures of being with the family I’d cobbled together. It had been a long, long road from being a lonely assassin for the Dominae to the leader of all the Dark Races, and I couldn’t have gotten there without all of the beings in that room. Sometimes I got so busy I took them for granted—a habit I seriously needed to break.

  “So you all set for the show?” I asked.

  He shook his head. “I’m not sure it’s even going to happen.”

  Adam and I exchanged a brief, worried glance. “Why?” I asked carefully.

  “You remember, Rocco, our bassist?”

  We both nodded. We’d met his entire band several times.

  “Well, he did some scrying last week and seems to think that I’m going to die on Samhain.”

  This news was offered in such a casual tone that I didn’t catch the meaning at first. But when it hit me, I took a nice, long pull of my drink to fortify myself. “Oh? Did he mention any particular mode of death?”

  “This is serious, Sabina.” The Recreant shot me an annoyed look. “Rocco’s scrying mirror is never wrong.”

  “Please,” Adam said, “we all know scrying is an imperfect arcane art. The symbols are open to almost any interpretation.”

  “He saw my heart stopping.”

  “Oh.” Adam’s mouth snapped shut and he shot me a look, inviting me to step in at any moment.

  I sighed. “Is that all?”

  He shook his head. “There were jack-o’-lanterns and a bunch of syringes lying around.”

  I frowned. “That’s odd.”

  “No shit,” he said. “I was really looking forward to that show.”

  Adam tilted his head. “And probably, you know, living.”

  He waved a hand. “A man doesn’t live as hard as I have and expect to grow old.”

  Before we could question him further about it, Ziggy came down to join us. Fatherhood hadn’t changed his affection for his trademark Rockabilly uniform. His arms were covered in tattoos that were hard to miss as his hands rose to use sign language to greet each of us. When I’d first met Ziggy, I’d been surprised to learn a deaf person could be a drummer, but as it turned out, he was able to feel the beat and rock harder than most.

  After hugs were exchanged and more drinks were poured, we all headed to the dining room for the meal Erron had had delivered from Arnaud’s. But before we could dig in, Brooks burst through the front door. Looking at his slight frame, bald head, and thick black glasses, it was hard to imagine that Brooks spent part of his time traipsing around in high heels, audacious dresses, and wigs. He wasn’t in drag tonight, but he was definitely in full drama mode.

  “Brooks?” Giguhl said. He was back in his demon form now that we were safely inside the house. And when the Changeling burst through the door, Giguhl had unfolded his impressive seven-foot frame from the chair and immediately went to greet his friend.

  Brooks was all but panting when he spoke again. “Sorry I’m late, but there’s some trouble at the club.”

  The Changeling owned a bar called Lagniappe in the French Quarter, which hosted drag shows a few times a week.

  We all gathered around him to hear what was the matter. He pushed his shoulders back, ready to put on a performance. “Remember the new girl I told you about?”

  Adam and I exchanged clueless looks. We’d had no idea he’d hired someone new, but Giguhl nodded eagerly, clearly more in the loop. “The new waitress? Candy?”

  Brooks nodded. “She didn’t report in for work yesterday. I called and left a message but she didn’t answer. So today, when I still hadn’t heard from her and she didn’t show up for another shift, I went to check her apartment.” He took a deep breath. “Her roommate said she had a date two nights ago and hasn’t been home since.”

  I frowned. Brooks had a love of drama, but he took his responsibility to his girls very seriously. “Any chance the date just went well and she’s having too much fun to come home?”

  Brooks grimaced. “Why not call her roommate so she won’t worry?”

  “He has a point,” Adam said. “Any idea who the date was with?”

  He shook his head. “Some vampire, according to the roommate. She said Candy seemed pretty excited about it.”

  Erron leaned back against a column in the foyer, sipping his drink. “You know anything about this girl?”

  “She’s a mage. Moved to town about a month ago from Los Angeles. She mentioned she was originally from New York, though.”

  I nodded. That made sense, since most mages were from the Empire State, as it was the seat of mage power in the United States. The fact Candy had lived in Los Angeles went a little way to explain why she might be into vampires, since the City of Angels was vampire turf.

  “By the way she talked,” Brooks continued, “sounded like she’d been bitten by the Big Apple instead of the other way around.

  “And idea what she did in L.A.?” Erron asked.

  “She waitressed at a couple of bars.”

  “Have you called the police?” Adam asked.

  Brooks’s head shook so hard I was worried his glasses were about to fly off. “No cops.”

  “But—” Adam began.

  The Changeling slashed a hand through the air.

  “Why not?” I asked.

  “Look, Candy was up front about some problems in her past.” He then continued in a whisper. “Drugs.”

  Ziggy whistled and signed something for Erron to translate. “How do you know she hasn’t just gone off on a bender?”

  “That’s what I’m worried about. If she has and we call in the cops, she’ll go to jail.”

  Erron crossed his arms. “Some
times that’s what junkies need, Brooks.” He said this gently, but it didn’t soften the truth. Especially coming from the rock star who’d had his share of trouble with both drugs and the law in the past.

  We all fell silent, waiting for Brooks’s reaction. Finally, he scrubbed a hand over his scalp. “I won’t do that to her. Not when we have enough resources in the room to find her.” His eyes scanned the circle until they landed on me.

  I started shaking my head and backing away before the words could even come out of his mouth.

  “C’mon, Sabina. You’re the leader of all the Dark Races. Surely you can pull some strings with the local vamps to see if they might know something about the vampire she went out with.”

  I grimaced. “That’s the thing, Brooks. The local vamps and I aren’t exactly on great terms.”

  Giguhl cleared his throat, the censure clear in the sound. I shot him an annoyed look. I really didn’t want to get into the whys right then.

  “Can’t you call Nyx?” Brooks asked.

  “I’m sorry, but I’m not bothering the leader of the country’s vamps to see if she can find out who your friend had a date with.”

  Brooks glared at me. “This isn’t like Candy. She’s never even been five minutes late to a shift. My gut’s telling me something’s really wrong.”

  I softened my features and tried to look sympathetic. “I know you’re worried about her, but there has to be another solution besides bothering Nyx.”

  “I could ask Rhea if she knows anything about this girl,” Adam said. Rhea was his aunt, and she was also the head of the mage Hekate Council.

  “That would be so great, Adam,” Brooks said. I frowned at the exaggerated gratitude in his tone because it was clearly a passive-aggressive shot at me.

  “Sure. What’s her last name?”

  “McShane,” Brooks said.

  Adam blinked and went pale. “Wait…is her real name Cadence?”

  Brooks nodded. “How did you know?”

  I tilted my head. “Wait…isn’t that…?”

  Adam swallowed and nodded. “Yeah,” he said in a tone as grave as a cemetery.

  Giguhl’s nose perked up like a bloodhound on a juicy scent. “What?”

  I crossed my arms as pressure started to build in my chest. Adam paled and backed away a step. “I, uh, used to date her.”

  “When?” Brooks asked, looking as intrigued as Giguhl.

  “A while ago,” Adam said.

  “How long is a while?” Erron asked, joining in with the interrogation.

  Adam backed up another step. Out of striking distance. “About three years ago.”

  Giguhl’s mouth dropped open. “That’s right before you met Sabina!”

  Adam eyed the door. “I sort of broke up with her right before I met Sabina in L.A.” Lucky for him, he’d already told me about his relationship with Cadence McShane or he’d already be knocked out on the floor. Still, knowing the history didn’t erase my instinctive jealousy at hearing Adam talk about a woman he loved.

  “How long before?” Brooks asked.

  The mage shot the changeling a you’re-not-helping glare. “Like a week. That’s why I volunteered for the mission to find Sabina. Cadence went a little…nuts when I broke it off.”

  “How serious was it?” Erron asked. “Women don’t usually go nuts unless they feel screwed over.”

  Those green eyes measured the distance to the door again.

  “Adam?” Giguhl prompted, tapping his hoof.

  He blew out a breath, as if surrendering to impending doom. “We were engaged.”

  The room fell silent as all eyes turned to gauge my reaction. “Relax, I already knew about it.”

  Audible sighs of relief filtered through the room, as if they’d expected me to murder the mancy any second.

  “In that case,” Brooks said, “does this mean you’ll call Nyx after all?”

  I frowned at him. “Why?”

  Giguhl made a disgusted sound. “Adam’s ex-fiancée is missing. The girl he screwed over to be with you, I might add. You have to help find her now.”

  “He didn’t screw her over to be with me. They broke up before he even met me,” I said, my voice holding a hint of warning. “But if Adam wants to help, he’s welcome to.” The mage in question cringed, hearing the warning in my tone—the one that said his reaction to that statement would determine whether he would spend the rest of eternity sleeping on the sofa.

  He touched my elbow. “May I speak to you?”

  I knew if I agreed, he’d talk me into it. He’d remind me that I was a good person, not some petty shrew who let jealousy rule her actions. But the shock of finding out Brooks’s waitress was the same woman Adam had planned to spend the rest of his life with before I came into the picture hadn’t worn off. I wanted to wallow in it a little while. I shook my head at his request. “I’m feeling exhausted all of a sudden. I’m going home.” Before he could respond, I turned to Erron. “Thanks for the drinks.”

  And with that, I used magic to flash out of the house before anyone could argue with me.

  * * *

  About two seconds after I flashed into our bedroom, Adam followed. That was the sucky part about being in love with a mage. “I knew I should have gone somewhere else.” I started to flash out again, but he grabbed my arm.

  “Don’t. We need to talk.”

  I shook my head. “We can talk about it tomorrow.”

  He crossed his arms and raised that infuriating eyebrow. “Now, Sabina.”

  The old me would have been yelling and pacing around the room. But the problem with growing up and gaining some self-awareness was being able to recognize when you were acting like a brat. “I know it’s stupid.”

  He sighed and took my hand in his. “Not really.”

  I jerked my gaze toward his. “Really?”

  “I’ve had to deal with one of your exes, too, remember?”

  I wasn’t eager to talk about how I’d almost ruined my chances with Adam before we really even got started by briefly reigniting an old flame with Slade Corbin. Time for a change of subject. “I just don’t see why we have to be the ones to find her.”

  “Because our friend asked us.”

  My shoulders dropped. I knew he was right, but I was so exhausted I wasn’t ready to think about jumping into the drama. His hand caressed mine in a soothing motion.

  “I hate that this happened tonight.” He moved closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. I stayed stiff but didn’t fight him off. “You’ve been gone so long and I was looking forward to an enthusiastic homecoming celebration.” His forehead tipped to touch mine.

  “Don’t,” I said. “Don’t try to seduce me into feeling better.”

  What I really meant was I didn’t want any sort of gentle lovemaking. I knew it wasn’t his fault Cadence McShane had reentered our lives, but the petty part of me wanted to punish him for daring to love someone before I came along.

  I’d been quiet for so long, he mistook my lack of encouragement as rejection. He began to pull away, but I grabbed his lapels and pulled him in for a punishing kiss. Unlike our passionate joining of lips when I’d first arrived earlier, this was a clash of tongues and lips and teeth. Despite the nips of pain, it was no less arousing.

  I pushed him back toward the bed. He didn’t struggle. Smart of him. If he wanted my forgiveness, he was going to have to let me take the lead this time. I wasn’t interested in timidly lying back while he worshipped my body. I wanted to brand him with my body. Remind him that he belonged to me and me alone.

  He fell back onto the mattress. The hem of his shirt folded back, revealing the flat, muscled planes of his stomach and those twin hip indentations that just begged to be nipped with my fangs.

  I ripped his shirt open with a flick of my wrists. His eyes widened but heat sizzled from the depths. It had been so long since I’d pressed my skin to his, felt his hardness against my soft parts. Part of me wanted to relent my plan to punish and just curl up on h
im like a cat for some heavy petting. But I steeled my spine and slowly began unbuttoning my shirt inch by agonizing inch.

  I was going to make him beg for it before the night was over. When I pulled my shirt open, he whimpered at the sight. I stuck a finger between my lips and got it nice and wet before dragging a trail from my collarbone down to the waistband of my low-slung jeans. “Want to see more?”

  He swallowed hard. “Oh yes.”

  “Too bad.”

  His lips pressed together. “I see how it is.”

  “Do you?” I flung off his boots and socks. Then I ran my hands slowly up the legs of his jeans. Under the thick denim I could feel the corded muscles of his shins and thighs. I’d felt those muscles flex over me more times than I could count. I’d opened my thighs over and over so he could thrust into me. Had he done that with her, too?

  “Ow.”

  I pulled back, belatedly realizing my caress of his balls had gotten a little…pinchy. “Sorry,” I lied.

  He shifted uneasily. I patted him gently. “Sorry.”

  He visibly unclenched and settled back into the mattress. “I’d feel a lot better if you didn’t have any pants on.”

  I smiled. “You first.” With a couple of flicks, I had his fly unbuttoned and the zipper down. Soon, the denim slid down his legs to reveal the muscles I’d touched earlier. The deep V of his hips, the hard ridges of his quads, the crisp golden hair on his shins—hell, even his feet were sexy. No doubt about it, even after all these years, he still did it for me. No other man had ever held my attention long enough or so thoroughly. And I certainly never could have imagined that a man as solid and well adjusted as Adam Lazarus would choose me as his life partner.

  “Tell me you love me.” I hated the neediness in my tone. I hated that I still craved reassurance after all this time. I was a freaking demigoddess, but this man had the power to bring me to my knees. He could strip me totally bare and destroy me with a single word.

  He sat upright and reached for my stiff fingers. “Look at me.” I swallowed and complied, even though part of me couldn’t handle the intimacy because I knew he’d see the insecurity. “Sabina Kane, you are the love of my life. No one else matters. No one else even came close to what I feel for you.”