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cleavage, which was proudly on display in a low-cut blue and white paneled jersey dress. After getting a good long look at the goods, his eyes returned to her heavily made-up face.
    “Can I help you with something?”
    She smirked like she’d just gotten exactly what she’d wanted. “Bathroom?”
    Jerking his chin in the direction of the back corner of the building, he said, “Back there, past the black curtain.”
    Looking pleased with herself, she touched his forearm lightly. “Thanks.” Turning, she swaggered away, her hips swaying and holding Mason’s attention for a little longer than normal.
    “I thought you preferred blondes,” Bryn said behind him. Mason turned around to see his boss standing there, her arms folded loosely across her chest. The golden sword tattooed on the side of her neck reflected back glimpses of their surroundings.
    Mason laughed. “I don’t discriminate when it comes to women.”
    The Valkyrie snorted at him and shook her head, a small grin on her face. “You always know what to say to make me slightly feel better.”
    Of course, Bryn hadn’t had a lot to smile about recently. The light that had been in her eyes a few moments ago was now gone.
    “Hey, are you all right?” he asked, touching her shoulder.
    Her blue-ringed eyes rose to his face. “I’ll be fine.”
    “You still haven’t told me what happened to you.”
    She took a step away, looking down at the ground, her hands curled into tight fists. She refused to meet his eyes. “Some other time, Mason.”
    He wasn’t going to push her if she wasn’t ready to talk, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be there when she was ready. “I’ll hold you to that,” he replied, letting her hear his conviction.
    She got busy surveying the customers in the bar to avoid his concerned stare. “We’re swamped tonight. Better keep your eyes and ears open.”
    He nodded roughly. “Yeah, you got it.”
    A month had gone by already. Mason hadn’t heard any more about what had happened, other than Bryn had been taken by a god who was convinced she was the key to killing Odin. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait to hear the whole story. Whatever it was, it had broken something inside her.
    And that broke something in him. Mason would have killed for Bryn. He should have been looking out for her, but it had always been the other way around. She’d given him a job when he’d really needed one. Mason had known she was different right from the start. Apart from her stunning looks, and the golden tattoo on her neck, she gave off an almost palpable vibe of “otherness”.
    Mason returned to watching men come in, carefully looking them over before allowing them access to the higher levels of the club. If they weren’t wearing the right thing, or hadn’t made a prior booking to be there, he refused them entry. The Eye could afford to be that exclusive.
    He was just letting the last group past him when he felt a deep thrum in his blood; the deep thrum that was Korvain, calling him, searching him out. Mason couldn’t feel it all the time—only when Korvain was actively looking for him. He turned his head just as the Mare pushed into the club from behind the “Staff Only” door. Even though Mason was technically Korvain’s boss, he knew who was top dog and when to follow orders. Mason hadn’t survived the marines without learning that important lesson.
    Fear instantly gripped Mason, a shiver traveling down his spine, setting his fight-or-flight instincts on high alert. As the guy prowled into the room, humans and gods scattered, trying to get as far away from him as possible. Mason knew what he was—a Shadow Walker, and also the last full-blooded Mare in existence. The bastard was powerful. Mason had tasted that in his blood when he’d taken a blood oath and bound himself to the male. Hell, he could taste it even now as if it hung in the air.
    “Mason,” Korvain rumbled, his dark brows drawing down over shadow-filled