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Jared’s display. She was starting to find his occasional macho display endearing rather than insulting.

    “Don’t worry about Martinez; he’ll do it,” Dante stated, still pinning Cami with his stare, “but you can take your concerns and shove them up your ass. I’m going, too.”

    “Don’t fucking talk to her like that,” Jared growled, taking a step towards the much larger vampire. Cami shot between them, stopping Jared before he picked a fight he couldn’t win. While he and Dante were certainly on better terms than before, when they were essentially fighting over Cami, with what was going on with Layla, Dante was pretty much always in the mood for a fight. It didn’t matter if it was against friend or foe.

    She reached back and took Jared’s fisted hand without taking her eyes from Dante, in case more intervention was necessary. Jared’s hand relaxed in hers as she spoke, though she could still feel the tension in his body as he leaned into her back.

    “Listen, Dante. I get it and it was stupid to think we could keep you out, but you have to understand why we’re worried,” Cami said, craning her neck to look into Dante’s fierce eyes while standing in such close proximity. “You can’t know how you’ll feel when you see her locked up, so I need your word you won’t open the door to her cell no matter what happens. We’re going in there so Alexa can cure Ethan. If that works, it will be proof that curing the infection is possible and it might give the scientists a new angle to work from. Then the Commander might be more reasonable about letting you visit Layla.”

    “She’s right, Dante,” Alexa said, softly placing her hand on his arm. The simple touch seemed to dissipate some of the aggression from the air around him.

    “You have my word. I’m not going to try and free Layla; I just need to see her,” Dante said, his tone softening as he thought of seeing Layla’s beautiful face again.
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    Ethan sat on the cold floor of his cell with his back against the wall. He only moved from his position there to retrieve the bags of blood the scientists shoved to him through the tray securely inserted into the impenetrable plexi-glass of his cell. Of course, he had to pay a price for them.  

    “We need another sample.” Ethan heard in an artificial sounding voice, as the researcher on duty pressed the button that provided the only source of outside sound into the plastic cage.  

    In a flash so fast it was almost difficult for the waiting vampire to track, Ethan moved to stand before the man who jumped back several inches, unable to hide his fear despite the several inches of unbreakable barrier that stood between him and the infected vampire they all feared.  

    With the touch of another button, a small round piece of the glass slid over. Having been subjected to the process several times a day for the past week, Ethan slid his arm into the slot, never taking his glowing red eyes off the throat of the other vampire. His fangs descended to their full length as he watched the steady strum of the scientist’s abnormally rapid pulse. A part of him was excited by the man’s fear and he inhaled deeply to take in the scent of the emotion, which seeped through the small opening, before a silver cuff clamped down on his arm, locking it in place.

    Ethan didn’t even flinch as the cold metal burned into his flesh; the pain was nothing, he was nothing. He had lost everything. A wife destroyed by his own hand. A daughter stolen by the one he hated most in the world, but was bound by blood to serve until his last breath.  

    The nervous vampire made quick work of drawing the required sample of blood. The opening closed from the outside and Ethan’s arm was released. He collected his offered reward from the tray and made quick work of the three bags of red liquid. The beast inside him paced, anxious and dissatisfied. It wanted to hunt. It wanted fresh blood; to feel the beat of its victim’s