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unusual. He couldn’t simply bash her on the head with a claymore. He’d have to be more subtle. More… seductive.
    He smiled to himself. Let the battle begin.
    He glanced around as he climbed the steps to the townhouse. The street was empty and quiet. This was the perfect opportunity to test the alarm system he’d installed a few months ago. Ever since Roman had teleported straight into the lair of the Russian coven, Angus had worried that the Russians would attempt a similar maneuver.
    He checked once more that the street was empty, then teleported into the dark foyer. As soon as his body materialized, an alarm went off—an alarm pitched at a high frequency so only dogs and vampires could detect it.
    Immediately the kitchen door swung open, and a figure zoomed toward him with vampire speed. The blur stopped, revealing Ian, his kilt swirling about his knees and his dagger pointed at Angus’s throat.
    “Och, ’tis you.” Ian slid his dagger back into the sheath beneath his hose. “I nearly skewered you.”
    Angus patted the youthful-looking vampire on the back. “Ye’re as quick as ever, lad. ’Tis good to see ye again.” He strolled over to the control panel by the door to turn the alarm off. “If ye’d been here by the monitor, ye’d have seen me come up the steps, and ye wouldna have been caught by surprise.”
    Ian hung his head, looking properly embarrassed for not being at his post. “I was in the kitchen. We have company.”
    “Who?” Angus strode past the grand staircase to the kitchen, where a sliver of light could be seen beneath the door. He gave the swinging door a push and caught a glimpse of Gregori, sitting at the kitchen table, drinking his bottle of Blissky.
    Angus marched into the kitchen. “Why are ye here, interfering with Ian’s duties? Ye should still be at Romatech.”
    Gregori made a face. “Aren’t you the friendly one? Roman’s expecting me to give him a report on the slayer, but you and Connor never came back. Besides I’m doing you a favor, returning your bottle to you.”
    Angus grabbed the bottle and held it up to the light. “The bloody thing’s half empty.”
    Gregori grinned. “I get it. The Blissky is bloody. Right. You’re trying to be funny.” His grin faded as Angus continued to glower at him. “Okay, so I drank a little. But I prefer to think of it as halffull .”
    Angus set the bottle down as Ian strode into the room.
    Gregori motioned to him. “He had some, too.”
    Angus arched an eyebrow at Ian.
    “Just a wee drop,” Ian insisted. “I know I’m on duty.”
    “Ye’re damned right.” Angus bit his lip to keep from smiling. Roman’s new Fusion drink was going to be very popular. “Can ye call Connor and let him know I’m here?” He motioned with his head for Ian to leave the room.
    “Sure.” Ian grabbed a cell phone off the kitchen counter and went back into the foyer.
    “So, big guy, are you ready to report?” Gregori slouched back in his chair. “Did you find the slayer? Was it one of the hot babes?” He waggled his brows.
    Angus glared at the young Vamp. “I might be willing to forgive ye for drinking my Blissky, if ye’ll tell me what’s wrong with the bairn.”
    “Thewhat? Sprechen sie English, dude.”
    “The bairn, the wee babe. I want to know what’s wrong.”
    “Oh.” Gregori’s face turned serious as he leaned forward onto his elbows. “Well, that’s kinda personal.”
    “So are yer balls, laddie, but if ye’re wanting to keep them close and personal, ye’ll tell me what’s going on.”
    “Sheesh!” Gregori gave him an incredulous look. “Lay off the steroids, man.”
    “I doona need drugs. I’m naturally a mean bastard.”
    “Yeah, I noticed.” Gregori narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t hurt the hot babe, did you?”
    Angus smiled. He was beginning to see why Roman liked this young Vamp. “I’ll tell ye what. Ye tell me about the bairn, and I’ll tell you about the hot babe.”
    Gregori nodded slowly.