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nose along the side of my neck, "No way.” He backed up with a sly smiled on his face. "You're no dyke, not the way you were undressing me a few seconds ago."
     
    Priest pushed me backwards until I was up against the wall of the elevator and slid down inspecting me with his nose. As he got closer to the zipper of my pants, he stopped and looked up with a 'know it all' smirk. "If your mate is a woman why can’t I smell her scent down there? As a matter of fact, I smell her everywhere but there, but I do smell your heat."
     
    OK, he'd gone too far. My knee acted of its own accord and connected with his nose, before I could stop myself. I heard bones break as he fell back on his ass.
     
    "You grimy little cunt, you broke my fucking nose!” Priest cupped his nose, and jumped up in my face just as the elevator chimed and the doors opened.
     
    I shrugged my shoulders and knocked him back on his ass, squelching the hunger that was growing at the smell of Priest’s blood. "So I broke your nose. You'll heal fast enough, and whatever doesn’t heal now, the day sleep will handle."
     
    I was never happier to see Marcus than I was at that moment. He stood there with his hands planted on his hips as he took in the scene of Priest sitting on the floor on top of his charred and now bloody hoody. "What the hell?” Priest jumped up and shoved his disheveled jacket to his broken nose as he shot daggers at me. He could stare all he wanted. The both of us knew he wasn’t a match for me.
     
    To add insult to injury, I turned and slowly slid my palm down the side of his face. As angry as he was with me, he wasn’t strong enough to ignore the ‘come hither look’ that I threw at him. Priest smirked and leaned closer to me. I let my lips graze his before running my tongue across them to taste his blood. He gasped, and I fell away from him with a smirk of my own. "Who I'm with doesn't concern you Priest, just know it'll never be you. You're nice to look at and all, but I couldn't take someone like you home to meet my parents. They expect better of me."
     
    Priest’s face fell, and Marcus snatched both of us out of the elevator and shoved us down the hallway ahead of him. "Now is not the time to try my patience with your Vampire bloodline bullshit. The heads of the three major departments are here, the mayor of the city, police chief and a rep from the Vampire Council."
     
    Marcus stopped long enough to shove Priest into a bathroom. "Get cleaned up and come to number two. Valeria, fall back.”
     
    An Alpha Werewolf didn’t take second place to anyone. I paused and let Marcus take his place in front of me. "I thought the case was going to me. Why is Priest here?"
     
    Marcus growled, "Priest has a good track record, so they want him here, but I make the ultimate decision as to who gets the case. They don't need to know that my mind is already made up.” Marcus squared his shoulders, and we entered the boardroom.
     
    I scanned the faces around the mahogany, crescent-shaped table but the only person I recognized was the mayor (who just so happens to be half Glaistig - long story, maybe I'll tell you later). If a Council rep was supposed to be here, he was late. The only Vampire in the room was yours truly.
     
    Marcus directed me to a chair on the opposite side of the table where we sat and waited in uneasy silence for the briefing to begin. After what seemed like an eternity, the mayor finally stood up as Priest entered the room. He was holding a bloody handkerchief in one hand, and a smug expression plastered on his face.
     
    What the hell he had to be so happy about I'll never know. He was the one sporting a broken nose to a center meeting, a meeting for which he was now over ten minutes late.
     
    Marcus pulled out a chair for him, but Priest walked right by us to the mayor who grabbed his hand. "Nice to finally make your acquaintance, Jacob. Master Meriwether informed me that you'd be the Council's presence on this