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lost in my thoughts.”
    Brand’s eyes were dark and serious. “So I see. Have you seen any sign of the Tribe while you were out?”
    “They’re using a motorcycle club as a disguise, we all know that.” There — he hadn’t exactly lied. They all knew that the club that called itself Tribe did indeed have true Tribe at its core.
    “It’s time to end this.” It was Gregory, a hothead who was always chomping at the bit to start a fight.
    “Sit down, Gregory,” Brand said mildly. “The men you took out tonight were all mortal. We wound up having to kill men for no reason, and that was part of what caused Liam to turn rogue.”
    Unlike Tribe, the Fallen had to take on mortal mates, for the most part, in order to keep the bloodlines clean. Also unlike the Tribe, they had to reveal their natures to their mortal mates. They could not hide it. Nor could mortal blood dilute the strength of their own, another thing that the Tribe could not say.
    Because of that, many of the Fallen were still young. Gregory was only twenty in both human and Fallen years. He was angry and prone to violence, often selfish and he loved the power of being Brand’s son.
    It was his youth and status that kept him alive. If he had been any but Brand’s son, he would have already been sentenced, and everyone knew it. There was a growing restlessness among the Fallen over his preferential treatment and his actions that often resulted in the loss of another life. Like Liam’s.
    They had plucked the riders out of the canyon. They had turned despite the daylight and they had gone after them, taking them down easily. The bikes and bodies were in the garage next to the Fallen house. Liam had not only turned, he had gone rogue — he had eaten his captive.
    “Gregory, you should never have allowed yourself to turn, or encouraged others to do so as you did,” Sebastian said. “It is your fault that Liam lost whatever leash he had on the wolf within him. I call for punishment.” Sebastian knew his father was a good man and a fair one, but when it came to his youngest son he was blind and indulgent.
    “I agree!” Moira cried. “He deserves punishment!”
    A ripple of assent echoed throughout the room. Brand stood, his dark eyes flashing and his lean body towering over those around him. Silence fell.
    “I am the King of the Fallen and I will decide what happens and when,” he said. “Gregory, come with me.” He turned and left the room.
    Moira looked at Sebastian, her lovely eyes overflowing with tears. “Father will never punish him, Sebastian, and you know it.”
    He did know it. He also knew that Moira had been Liam’s wife for over a century and that she was dying from heartache. She had not forgiven him his part in this either. He’d had no choice, and they both knew it, but that was a small consolation to her, and they all knew that as well.

CHAPTER 5
     
    Nico looked up as Ion practically dragged Cara into the large living room of the crumbling old mansion in the Garden District. His eyes narrowed as he took in Cara’s swelling mouth and angry face. Ion was known to be cruel to women. Had he touched Cara in a way she hadn’t asked for? If he had…
    “I found her kissing a gadjo .”
    Gadjo was the Romani word for outsider. Cara winced at the way her father tilted her head to look at her. She could read his disapproval in that single movement.
    “Is this true?”
    “I ran into a rogue,” she protested.
    “The man was a roguish man, or you met a rogue of the Fallen?” Nico’s lips twitched as he asked and relief spiked through Cara. She knew her father loved her and that he wasn’t blind to Ion’s faults.
    “A Fallen.”
    Ion gripped Cara’s arm even tighter. “Why didn’t you say so?” he shouted. “And who was the gadjo ?”
    “I think he was a Hunter. He helped me.” She didn’t say anything else. The less said the better.
    “Ion, leave us,” Nico commanded.
    Ion’s gray eyes flashed with rage. “I have the