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the burning spray he stood immobile, his mind conjuring images of Samuel stretched out on the stone table, the Order veana fang-deep in his vein, sucking the very maleness from his already weak body. Suddenly, the male’s head turned to reveal not the face of Samuel, but Gray’s father. And that face . . . that face stared straight at Gray with wide, terror-filled eyes.
    “Fuck!” Gray said, reaching out with his left hand and pounding the side of the stone wall. They’d as good as murdered his father—every last member of the Order.
    Steam rose up, circled his thighs, his groin, threatening, menacing as it snaked around his ravaged hands. Just as the fire had done—the fire that his sister, Sara, had accidentally set all those years ago.
    And yet, with all that Samuel had revealed to him, had she started that fire? HAD SHE?
    His throat went tight, painfully tight and he tried to swallow, to breathe. His entire past—was it a lie? Could that be? Or was it a mystery to be solved? Just as the fate of the Impures had been passed down to him through an old male’s tale of the truth.
    Gray tipped his head back and let the spray smack him in the face, the neck, where his pulse pounded.
    He would go back there.
    Had to go back there.
    The shower door opened with such force the glass stuttered. Gray ratcheted up, his head shifting right to catch his intruder. Dillon stood there, nearly enveloped by the steam, her full lips curled with distaste and annoyance. “You’ve been in here too long.”
    If there was a place between hate, curiosity, and deep, pulse-pounding lust, then that’s where Gray resided when it came to this veana. “Worried about me, D? Or did you come to tell me breakfast is ready—cause I’m starved.”
    “Yeah. It’s all laid out, Impure. Bacon, pancakes and eggs over-asshole.”
    “I’ll be right down. And by ‘right down’ I mean ‘don’t hold your breath.’ ”
    She looked down her nose at him, all serious now, real dictatorial. “Let it go, okay, Gray? Get over it already.”
    Gray’s mouth kicked up. “Are we talking about that comment about my dick in the cold? Sure it stung a little, baby, but I was over it the moment I left you downstairs.”
    “You know what I’m talking about.” Her stare was resolute, unwavering in her seriousness. “And don’t call me baby.”
    Standing directly under the spray, water dancing down his skin, Gray returned, “That how you deal with the tough stuff, D? Let it go? Pretend it isn’t there?”
    “Damn right I do.” She shrugged. “Any and all.”
    “Well, you’re a bigger man than me.”
    Her eyes flickered down, remained on his groin for several seconds, then lifted.
    He couldn’t deal with her, not here, not now. Couldn’t deal with her eyes on him, her scent so fucking close it made him want to lap at the steam to just get a taste of her. He had to think, plan his next move. “I have a shower to finish,” he uttered, dropping his head, letting the water pound the back of his neck.
    Again, she ignored his call for solitude. “If you don’t stop agonizing over something you can’t change you’ll make yourself crazy.”
    The water fell over him in gushes. Maybe he’d thought that same thing, maybe he hadn’t thought at all. Not until he’d seen what he’d seen. Gotten personal with someone he’d never expected to meet—or shit, even knew existed.
    “If you’re planning on going back, it’s not going to happen,” she continued. “I’m the only one in this bathroom who knows where the Paleo is and I’m not telling.”
    Well, maybe he needed to look outside the bathroom.
    But not yet.
    He glanced sideways at her. “How long have you known the location of that shithole?”
    She shrugged.
    “Days? Weeks? Months?”
    “A few years.”
    Gray’s jaw was so damn tight he thought it might crack. “And you did nothing.”
    She inched forward, nearly hitting water. “I told you I don’t give a flying fuck about any of them.