Kane
ruining
your night part.”
    That set off another fit of laughter,
thankfully shorter lived.
    “Sorry about that. I can’t find Isadora.” She
turned to meet Calista’s gaze. “You know how she hates these
things. I thought maybe she snuck out and went home.”
    Calista frowned and shook her head. “She
wouldn’t have left without telling us.”
    Her statement spurred him into action, and he
strode to the door. Flinging it wide, he turned to them. “Let’s go
find her. I’ll get some of my men to help.”
    “They already are. One of them at least. Nico
told me Calista was in here, then he went to look for her.”
    “Good. Stay together, ladies.” At Calista’s
curious look, he winked and added. “No point in finding one sister
only to lose another.”
    She rolled her eyes, her opinion of his stab
at humor obvious. They entered the ballroom, and he spotted Nico by
the doors leading into the garden. He waved them over, and they
fought their way through the crowd. Nico didn’t look worried, thank
God. That eased his mind a bit. He should have been watching out
for Isadora, not trying to indulge his personal desires.
    “She’s out here,” Nico said, holding the door
open for the ladies.
    They all exited, and he saw Isadora sitting
on a nearby bench talking with Alec. The vampire gave him a look
filled with venom. He raised his eyebrows. Looked like Alec’s
concern for Isadora was a little more than impersonal government
work. When Calista and Rheana approached, he stood and came up to
Kane. His hands were clenched at his sides and his body thrummed
with the need to throw a punch. Kane recognized it--he’d been there
often enough over the years.
    “You’re supposed to be taking care of
her.”
    “She looks fine to me. Unless you’re saying
she isn’t safe with you?”
    Alec took an aggressive step forward, and
Kane felt Nico tense at his back.
    “She came out for air, but when she got out
here she thought she heard someone calling her. She was walking
into the maze when I stopped her.”

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
     
    Kane cursed under his breath. They all knew
what that meant. Vampire. He looked over, trying to be casual as he
searched the shadows behind the women. Calista was watching him,
that curious expression back on her face. She knew something was
up. They were going to have to have that talk soon. For now, he
wanted them home and safely inside a building he knew he could keep
secure. She must have sensed the direction of his thoughts because
she gathered her sisters and came to him.
    “We’re going to call it a night.” She turned
to Alec and nodded. “Thanks for watching my sister.”
    “You’re most welcome,” he answered. He met
Isadora’s eyes and bowed low at the waist. “Good evening,
Izzy.”
    Nico ran around to the front of the house to
find their carriage while they went inside to make their excuses.
The Fordham’s were surprisingly easy to find and gracious about
their guests ditching the ball so early. Outside, Nico was waiting
and helped the ladies get inside. Then he dropped into the shadows
and shifted. Kane gathered his clothes. Nico would follow in his
panther form while Kane climbed up into the box with the driver. At
his nod they took off.
    It was a short ride to the house. He listened
to the murmur of the women’s voices over the clatter of horses’
hooves while watching Nico from the corner of his eye and trying to
remain alert. It didn’t take long to reach the house, and he jumped
down before they came to a complete stop, tossing Nico his clothes
as he did. He waited until the other man was dressed and waiting at
the door before opening the carriage door and helping them out.
Isadora, Rheana, then Calista. She exited, gun drawn, and glared at
him.
    Ushering them inside, he eyed the weapon
warily. Nico tensed when he saw it, and Kane shook his head to warn
him off. Calista in a mood was volatile, an explosion waiting to
happen. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t kill
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