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     the entirety of the space.
    “Ha. I’ve got enough to do with this job and handling a control-freak alpha male.
     I can’t be your pimp too. Anyway, you’re too pretty to need any help.”
    The club was full every single night. Turns out all this drama and threat was good
     for business. Many Others in the community were driven to be out and public, as if
     to say they were part of the city and would continue to be. A celebration of life.
     Some came to gawk at the spectacle of the pickets outside. Most just came to drink
     and dance and hook up.
    “How’s the new security protocol going?”
    All the attention had been good for business but also hell on security. They’d had
     to add more bouncers and the clan had to send out witches to place wards on what sort
     of magick could be worked there and by whom.
    But none of that stopped firebombs and bullets. So the bouncers had to wear body armor
     and carry weapons themselves.
    He was so over being on the defensive. Over being threatened. It was time for them
     to turn the tables. Others weren’t weak. They should stop acting like it.

Chapter 3
    MOLLY had been advised to stay clear of the office that morning as her attorney and the
     firm’s attorney had been going back and forth. She’d accepted, after much discussion
     with her mother and her lawyer, that she had no real chance of keeping her spot at
     the firm. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to make them pay for it.
    That was fine because she’d made a decision last night after she left her mother’s
     house.
    Really, she’d decided after she’d driven around for hours, trying to pretend she wasn’t
     scared simply to go into her home, worried about what might be waiting for her. Even
     when she got home she’d checked all her smoke detectors to be sure they were working
     and checked her locks for the dozenth time.
    The numbness she’d felt since that call from Rosa telling her Anthony and Emma were
     dead had been washed away by righteous anger. Anger at her termination, at losing
     what she’d built herself, at losing the life she’d had before the Magister had taken
     it all from her. And what the Magister had left, the humans she’d grown up among had
     been working day and night to destroy.
    It was time to stand up and fight. To use her gifts to help her people. For a long
     time it had been that she’d been living a human life for the most part. But now she
     had to stand up for the other part of her identity.
    It had been a while since she’d woken up with such a sense of purpose and it felt
     good. She took that as a good omen as she’d managed to charm her way into getting
     the direct line to Meriel Owen’s office.
    People didn’t really understand the benefits of manners. Being gracious, having manners
     and treating others the way you’d like to be treated garnered you a lot in life. A
     lot more than rudeness or clumsy attempts at bribery.
    She picked up the phone and made the call.
    “Clan Owen, Meriel Owen’s office. How may I help you?”
    “My name is Molly Ryan and I’d very much like to speak with Meriel Owen.”
    The assistant’s voice went very cool. “And what is this concerning?”
    “Public relations. As in, I think I have something to offer Clan Owen.”
    “As you can imagine, Ms. Ryan, we get many such calls each day. Clan Owen has no need
     for your services. If you’d like, you can mail your résumé in.”
    Secretaries were key. Molly had a great deal of respect for the men and women who
     ran the lives of their bosses. Especially the part where they kept away any wastes
     of that boss’s time.
    But if she couldn’t get around this one, Molly didn’t deserve the job anyway. Besides,
     it had been at least three or four months since she’d had a challenge like this one.
    Five minutes later Molly found herself speaking to Meriel Owen and laying out her
     backstory.
    “So they fired you? Really? God, that makes me so mad. This is your