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shop.” Lucien flinched at the lie. Well, Zane’s Harley was still at the tattoo shop. That much was true. As far as where the fuck Zane had gone after Lucien had gone inside last night, he didn’t have a fucking clue.
    “How did the tatts go? Anyone cry like a bitch?” Barrett asked.
    “Not that they would ever admit. But I think Jayden got glassy-eyed once or twice when they were working across his spine.”
    “Yeah, that always smarts a little,” Barrett said.
    Lucien relaxed a little. As long as Barrett didn’t ask about Zane again...
    “Tell Zane to answer his fucking phone. I need to talk to him.”
    “Will do, boss.” Lucien ended the call and shoved the cell phone back into the pocket of his leather jacket. He glanced around the street before entering the alley by the shop.
    Why would Zane leave without telling him where he was going? And why the hell would he leave when he had no clothes to change into?
    He frowned as the faint coppery scent of blood drew his attention to the ground. He crouched and ran his hand across the dark spot on the concrete.
    “Zane’s blood.” He’d noticed the blood around Zane’s mouth after Jayden had punched him. He stared at the smear of red on his fingers before swiping them across a patch of green grass that had stubbornly pushed through a crack in the concrete.
    The question was what was going on in Zane’s head. He’d never seen the Were get so heated so quick before.
    He knew there was some history between Zane and Jayden when it came to Zane’s sister, Katy, but from what he could tell, that shit had happened years ago. Jayden was mated and was even getting married to Haley.
    There had to be something else going on with his partner.
    He pulled out his phone and glanced around, making sure he was alone. He’d left Jayden and Braxton inside to get their tatts. When they’d asked about Zane, he’d covered and said that Zane had been called away for some mission from Barrett.
    He punched in some numbers on his cell and waited for the call to connect.
    “Jaxon, we’ve got a problem.”
    ***
    Skylar stormed into the house, putting some much-needed distance between herself and that gorgeous werewolf who had her body overheating like an air conditioner in the middle of an Arkansas summer.
    He hadn’t recognized her. After all these years, he hadn’t recognized her, yet she hadn’t forgotten him. Story of her life.
    The arrogant asshole had another thing coming if he thought she was going to do his bidding. Her father had tried to control her, and she wasn’t going to let another man or wolf try to do the same.
    She stomped through the house and set the gun down on the board that was lying across what would soon be the kitchen island. The smell of wood shavings and paint had always calmed her down before. Maybe it was the possibility of creating something new and starting over.
    Right now, the scent wasn’t working.
    What the hell was Zane doing here anyway? It unnerved her that a Guardian was poking around her construction site. She didn’t need him around bringing up her past. She was in a different place in her life now. She was productive and happy and meeting her goals. Bringing up stuff from the past was only going to hinder her future.
    She fished her cell out of her back pocket and pulled up the phone option. Her finger hovered over the number pad as she contemplated her choices.
    If she called the cops, then he would probably make trouble for her, since he was one of the well-connected Guardians of Arkansas.
    She could call the Pack Master of Arkansas and lodge a complaint about finding one of his Guardians naked. She seriously doubted he would even listen to her, and she certainly didn’t want to make trouble with the Pack. She didn’t need that. She just wanted to be left alone to build her business and make the town a good place to live.
    She sighed and shook her head.
    “I guess it’s up to me to handle him.” The thought made her stomach