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beyond the alley. He managed to move her about seven feet before the surprise wore off and she dug in her heels.
    “Wait. Where are we going?”
    “To the building I just left. A friend of mine lives there. He’d be happy to provide us with someplace to discuss this message of yours where it’s a bit more comfortable. And better lit.”
    She tugged at her hands and refused to budge. “You’re going to take me to Vircolac?”
    “So now you know about the club as well?”
    “I was waiting for you outside it a few minutes ago, wasn’t I?”
    “It’s not supposed to be common knowledge.”
    “It isn’t. That’s why I’m surprised you’d think of taking me there. I thought humans were barred from ever setting foot inside.”
    He smiled as he remembered Missy Winters’s opinion of that particular decree. “The rules have been … relaxed a bit recently.”
    “I don’t care. I’m not taking any more chances tonight. If you want to keep talking to me, you can keep talking to me in the alley. I’m perfectly comfortable here.”
    He turned back to her and raised an eyebrow. “But I am not,” he purred. “And unless you intend to make me more comfortable—which, I feel I should warn you, would involve taking off all your clothes and lying down beneath me for three or four hours—I suggest you come with me to the club.”
    She leaped for the opposite sidewalk with such speed, she almost ended up dragging him along behind her.
    In the darkness, Rafe laughed and wondered how long it would take him to change her mind about the appeal of that particular manner of getting comfortable.

 
    Three
    “Who is she?”
    “Her name is Tess Menzies. I found her lying in wait for me outside the club.”
    “Outside my club? And security didn’t see her?”
    “They must not have.” Rafe shrugged, handed Tess a mug of steaming coffee, and turned away from her as if she didn’t exist. She glared at his back. “Maybe they want to be a little more careful in the future.”
    “Maybe they want to look for new jobs.”
    The man who growled that threat was none other than Graham Winters himself, the werewolf owner of Vircolac and supposedly one of Rafe De Santos’s closest friends. Tess watched the byplay between the two men over the rim of her coffee cup.
    “In their defense,” Rafe conceded, “it’s not like she is just some random human. She is a witch, and apparently one who has been spying on me for several days without me noticing, so we cannot exactly call her easy to spot.”
    “A witch? What the hell does a witch want with one of us?”
    “Damned if I know. She said she had some sort of message to deliver to me. From the Witches’ Council.”
    “They have a council?”
    “So she says.”
    Graham growled something Tess didn’t catch, and Rafe laughed.
    Scowling, Tess set aside her coffee cup and crossed her arms over her chest. “You know, she also has ears, a mouth, and a fully functional brain. You might want to try talking to me, instead of talking about me as if I weren’t even in the room.”
    Rafe turned to her and raised an eyebrow. “You did not seem so willing to talk to me when we were outside a few minutes ago.”
    “You had me pinned to the wall like Torquemada with PMS. I was supposed to want to tell you my life story?”
    Graham quickly covered a burst of laughter behind a deep cough. Tess and Rafe both turned to glare at him.
    “Sorry,” the wolf grinned, unrepentant. “Say, what do you think about checking out this note and seeing what all the fuss is about? I mean, it is almost four in the morning, so I’m guessing that whatever it is this Witches’ Council wanted to talk to you about, Rafe, it’s got to be fairly important, right?”
    Rafe growled something that sounded remarkably similar to what Graham had growled about his security people a few minutes ago and stalked back to Tess’s chair. He held out his hand. “Give me the message.”
    She didn’t know how it happened,