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the rearview mirror. Both Ed and Scratch looked stunned. So was I. What Bones was offering was akin to adopting them.
     
    “Think before you answer,” Bones went on. “Once sworn, you can’t change your mind and get your freedom back unless you formally ask for it and I decide to grant that request.”
     
    Ed let out a soft whistle. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
     
    “As death,” Bones lightly replied.
     
    “I heard you’re a mean bastard,” Scratch said after a long pause. “But I’ve also heard you’re a fair one. I can deal with mean and fair. Beats being on my own trying to fight off every asshole who thinks killing Masterless vampires is an easy way to make a name for himself.”
     
    My brows went up at this blunt analysis, but Bones didn’t look the least bit offended. “What about you, Ed?”
     
    “Why are you offering this?” Ed wondered, looking at Bones with narrowed eyes. “You know from our power levels that we’ll never be Masters. You can’t be hard up for our measly ten percent tithe, either, so what’s in it for you?”
     
    Bones matched Ed’s stare. “For starters, I want to catch these ghouls, and you’d help me with that. You also must have heard that recent wars killed several members of my line. You were loyal to your mates even after your Master died and you had no obligation to them. Then you were smart enough not to walk into a potential trap without backup. I could use more smart blokes whose loyalty to me, my wife, and my co-ruler would be without exception.”
     
    Ed met my gaze briefly in the rearview mirror before looking back at Bones. “All right,” he said, each word measured. “I’m in.”
     
    Bones pulled out a silver knife. I snapped my attention back to the road before I caused a wreck with my frequent glances around the car. Besides, I knew Bones wasn’t about to start stabbing Ed and Scratch. He was just making this official.
     
    “By my blood,” Bones said, scoring a line in his palm, “I declare you, Ed, and you, Scratch, to be members of my line. If I betray this oath, let my blood be my penalty.”
     
    Then Bones passed the knife to Ed, his cut healing before the first drops of blood splashed against his dark pants. I didn’t need to look back to know that Ed made a slice into his palm; the tantalizing new scent of blood told me that.
     
    “By my blood, I acknowledge you, Bones, as my Master,” Ed rasped. “If I betray this oath, let my blood be my penalty.”
     
    Scratch repeated the words to the accompaniment of another mouthwatering scent filling the car. Aside from my discomfort with the whole “master” aspect that came with vampire lineage, I now had the tightening in my stomach to think about. I hadn’t fed since last night and my next meal might be tricky to get since I had to find someone aside from Bones to drink from. Normal vampires had plenty of options when it came to feeding. The power in their gaze meant they could snack off humans without their donors remembering it had happened, or vampires exchanged room and board with specially selected humans in return for blood.
     
    I didn’t have those conveniences. Mind control didn’t work on other vampires, and no undead households I knew of had a stable of vampires available to feed from. Plus, we were still trying to keep my strange diet—and its side effects—from becoming common knowledge. So I couldn’t just ask the next vampire I saw if I could take a bite out of him or her.
     
    Scratch passed the blood-smeared knife back to Bones once he was finished swearing his fealty. I resisted a sudden urge to lick the blade and concentrated on the road, making a mental rundown of ways I could get blood. Juan, a member of my old team, was undead just a year, so he was a possibility. Maybe I could get him to ship some of his blood to me, though Juan would wonder why I wanted it. None of them knew about my odd diet yet.
     
    Bones’s best friend, Spade, knew what I