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feeds from the cameras.  Brone tasked the team with checking their own security camera feeds and installing updated cameras in areas that had not been covered before.
    He stood on the second floor of the club and looked down at the crowd. They writhed together like a pulsing, twitching mass that had itches in places they couldn’t scratch on their own.
    He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly.  Vampires had heightened senses like many were-animals, and he could zero in on a scent and follow it for miles.  All vampires could track by scent, but it was a skill that had to be honed through years of practice.  Brone had plenty of time to hone that particular skill.
    He found Arissa’s scent easily.  She smelled like warm vanilla.  He watched her walk along the edge of the dance floor with Cella and Rage.  Mishka had given her the job of working the reception desk for the offices.  Brone had chosen the guards for the outer doors himself.  Bellamin and Dylan were highly trained warriors several centuries old.  Although neither was mated nor part of the family , they were coven members and Brone was confident in their ability to keep her safe when he was not available.
    The club was open from sunset to an hour before sunrise.  The club’s visitors included humans who came to party and coven members who didn’t live within Fang or another of Mishka’s clubs and came to feed.  There were a surprising number of humans who came to the club hoping to attract a vampire as a mate.  Humans had all sorts of reasons for wanting to be changed.  Brone hadn’t been given a choice, but he had no regrets about his immortality.
    Arissa, Cella, and Rage disappeared into the coven’s private area, and Brone turned away from the dance floor and headed to the stairs.  Following her scent, he found her on the loading dock with two trolls.  Arissa held a large glass jar in one hand and watched with Cella and Rage as the two trolls used hammers to smash glasses.  Brone stepped behind her.
    She shivered.  “I wondered when I was going to meet you for real.”  She turned slowly.  “And here you are.”
    “And you’re breaking coven property for what reason?”
    She smiled and it made him want to make her smile all the time.
    “It’s called a witch bottle,” she said, lifting the jar.  “It’s for protection.  I would break the glass myself, but I don’t want to risk cutting myself.  Since my blood is oh-so-delicious.”
    Cella chuckled.
    “I’m Brone,” he said.
    “I know.  I’m Arissa.  But you know that, too, don’t you?”
    He nodded.  “We should talk.”
    “Yes, we should.  But not right now.  Protection first.”
    She turned and walked to the trolls, setting the jar on the ground in front of the pile of broken glass. She directed them to fill the jar with the shards of glass and as they did so, she tossed in what looked like rusty nails and leaves that smelled like rosemary.
    “Cella?” she asked, and Cella handed her a plastic jug.  The scent of vinegar filled the air as Arissa poured it into the jar filled with glass and nails.  After handing the vinegar back to Cella, Arissa screwed a lid onto the jar, and one of the trolls picked it up.
    “We’re going outside.  Do you want to come?” she asked.
    “Why are you going outside?”
    “There’s a loose stone that I discovered when I came here today, and we’re going to pry it up and bury the jar.  It will keep evil out of the club.”
    He didn’t mean to snort his disbelief, but he couldn’t help it.  “A jar of glass is going to keep evil away?”
    She didn’t seem offended.  “You’ll see.”
    He followed the small group from the loading dock around to the front of the club.  One of the trolls carried a satchel of what appeared to be tools, and when they stopped at the front door of the club, Arissa bent down and ran her hand along some stones in the wall.  She pointed to one, and a troll with a crowbar easily pulled the stone