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clubhouse. She nodded without expounding on the subject, “Do you have any others? A brother maybe, who might want to break my nose for what happened in the park?” He teased her, hoping to coax a smile.
    He watched the flush travel across her cheeks, down her neck and over her chest, he was going to have to embarrass her more often because the effect was lovely.
    “No it’s just Jessica. How about you? Any siblings other than Red?”
    Demon coughed, giving her points for hitting a sore spot, “None that I’m aware of.”
    “Red never told me you were his brother you know, I figured it out on my own. I thought all that ‘brother’ talk was just because you were both in the club.”
    “Half brother actually, we had the same father, different mothers.”
    “So that’s why Glory was so rude to you the other day. You’re a younger brother, meaning Red’s father cheated on her.”
    Demon turned around on the stool and faced the bar, wishing the conversation hadn’t taken this path, “Well, that’s one way to look at it.”
    “Is there another way?”
    Demon took a sip of his beer, “There are always four sides to every story, you just have to pick which one you want to believe.”
    “I guess that’s true. But from Glory’s side, and Red’s side, your father cheated, with a witch, and caused their family a lot of pain and drama?”
    “My mother is not a witch.” There, he’d said it, the words he’d never said to Red or Glory. He let them believe whatever they wanted, whatever made life easier for them, whatever made them feel better about themselves. That didn’t mean it was true.
    Sidney looked confused, and he didn’t blame her, but  he was done answering questions for the night.
    “Then what was she? I saw how you healed Red, and unless I’ve missed something, shifters don’t have those kinds of powers.”
    Demon stood up and pulled some bills out of his wallet, throwing them on the bar without counting them.  “I’m going to go get some rest, it’s been a long day.”
    He turned to leave but Sidney caught his arm. “Don’t go, I’ll stop asking personal questions if you don’t want to answer them. I just don’t want to be alone right now.”
     

 
     
    Splattered with rust colored splotches, feeling sticky and tired Red sat that the bar in the clubhouse, alone, drinking and trying not to dwell to long on what had just happened. Because it had been horrifying even to himself, and he was the one doing it. It was horrifying now, but in the moment it had felt so good, so right, like nothing else had ever needed to be done like that had. Every scream, every time blood sprayed him as his fist connected with flesh, every time he pulled the knife out and watched the damage it left in its wake, it had felt good inside. So deeply satisfying. And that scared him more than anything.
    Demon, of all people, was right. As much as he hated to admit it, this wasn’t the way the Dogs did business. This was the way monsters did business. And he had loved it. Even now he was tempted to go do the same thing to Trainz and BillCo, watching them die slowly as he released his frustration on their frail old bodies. The thought excited him and made him want to vomit at the same time.
    He looked down at the arm holding his beer, it didn’t even feel like his own, it had done things he would never have done, as evidenced by the red speckles across his skin. He would go wash it off but then he’d have to look at himself in the mirror, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to do that again without seeing the reflection of something he’d never wanted to be.
    Even the rest of the guys couldn’t look at him. They’d left the room one by one, until only Donny-O remained to see it through to the end. And it hadn’t come quickly, Red was too far gone in his rage and bloodlust to care what anyone else thought about him, how they saw the cruelty with which he treated his fellow shifter. He hadn’t cared, even