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one did. Except maybe Dominic.
    Now the mayor had even more ammo against othernaturals, especially since the first fake comarré killed had been her daughter. Dammit. This was such a mess. Doc didn’t know where to start fixing things. When he hadn’t been calming Fi down, he’d been searching for a loophole that would free him from being pride leader, but he’d found nothing. If the pride leader challenged you and you took him on in a fight and killed him, you were the new pride leader. Plain and simple. Black and white. Done deal.
    “Sir? I mean…” The butler cleared his throat. “How would you care to be addressed?”
    “Doc is fine.” How much did a place like this cost anyway? Did the pride really have that kind of cash?
    “I wouldn’t feel comfortable with that.”
    Doc turned to the butler. “Look, I don’t feel comfortable having a butler, so we both need to compromise, you dig?”
    The butler nodded.
    “You have a name?”
    “Isaiah.”
    “Good name.” Doc nodded. “My grandmother would have approved.”
    Isaiah smiled. “Thank you. May I call you Mr. Mays, perhaps?”
    With a deep inhale, Doc shook his head. “You call me Mr. Mays and I’ll be looking for my father. How about you call me by my full name, Maddoc.”
    “Such a civilized name for an alley cat,” a voice purred. Another feline presence filled the space, and Doc turned, his gaze landing on the person who’d caused the heartache in his relationship with Fi these past few days.
    Isaiah gave her a little head bow, then held his hand out toward her as he addressed Doc. “Maddoc, this is Heaven Silva. Your wife.”

 

Chapter Four
     
    V elimai’s mood hadn’t improved since Chrysabelle had thrown Mal out, so Chrysabelle walked outside to meet Creek after the guard at the front gate had called with his arrival. She perched on the fountain’s edge in the center of the circular drive, trailing her fingers through the water and listening for the sound of his motorcycle over the fountain’s gurgling.
    The bike’s rumble preceded him and a few seconds later, he drove through the estate’s open gates and parked a few feet away. He climbed off the bike, set his helmet on the seat, and smiled. “It’s good to see you. You look healthy.”
    “Good to see you, too. And I am healthy. I guess. What brings you by?” She had nothing against small talk, but her mind was elsewhere.
    “Straight to it, then.” He sat beside her on the fountain’s wide ledge. “Look, this is hard for me to tell you, but try to remember at this point, I’m just the messenger. I want you to understand that.”
    “Okay.” Had to be Kubai Mata business. Creek always seemed so apologetic about it. “What’s going on?”
    “Samhain evening, my sector chief informed me that the Castus have the vampire child.”
    She nodded. “We already know that.” She’d kicked Mal out and yet she’d just said we . Like the two of them were a unit.
    He nodded. “I figured you did.” He worried a small hole near the knee of his jeans. “The KM want you to get the baby back.”
    “Why me? Why don’t they send their own warriors in?”
    “We’re too obvious. Too detectable. Nobles would scent us out immediately—if we even got past the city wards.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Those sacred brands? They make our blood smell sour. Ask Mal, he’ll tell you.”
    She shook her head. “The KM has resources. They could figure something out.”
    He sighed. “They have figured something out. That they want you to get the baby back. I’m sorry, Chrysabelle. I know you probably have no desire to go back there.”
    She studied him. The bend of his mouth and the way he sat a little hunched over told her he wasn’t enjoying this. “And if I refuse?”
    He dragged a hand over his Mohawk. “They’ll start by eliminating Mal.”
    She laughed sharply. “If the nobility can’t kill him, I’d like to see the KM try.”
    His gaze shifted and his voice