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pounding in her ears and
    made her jump, her neck spasming as it fought to keep both men in
    view. The impossibility made her neck seize up, trying to rotate in
    two directions at once. She whimpered, and attempted to walk
    sideways to keep them both in sight.
    Pain twisted from the crown of her head down the back of her scalp
    to meet up with the agony in her neck. Through watery eyes she
    captured the two men staring at each other. It was clear the man
    addressed as Constantine was in charge, the new comer's body

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    language screamed secretary, not the kind she kept but one
    nonetheless, a deadly one.
    Constantine ground his teeth into each other. "What?" He walked
    towards the man by circling as close to Helena as their clothes
    allowed then veered to the doorway and walked past the new guy who
    followed on his heels.
    Helena strained her ears.

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CHAPTER THREE
    "What?" Constantine stalked past Jason then reared around, testing
    him. Just as he thought, Jason had previously stopped so he wasn't
    bowled over. They were going to have a long, arduous conversation
    once the Helena situation was under hand.
    "Call came in. Council has pushed up the meeting by a week and a
    half. It's in three days at the Mithraeum." Jason winced a second
    before Constantine's hand whizzed past his face and indented the
    cement wall nearest them.
    "One of the contenders got to them." Constantine jump kicked the
    spot his hand had hit to get more of the wall to disintegrate onto the
    floor. "Fuck. We have no choice but to go past the niceties and rush
    job this. I'm going to win this, Jason, there is no other option I'm
    accepting as outcome."
    Jason braced himself with arms folded behind his back and feet a
    foot apart. "I thought that is what you would want."
    Constantine's resolve to take care of one thing at a time broke. "Of
    course you did. And is that because you have the spark, the telepathic
    ability that labels you alpha capable?
    Constantine took one large stride to be in Jason's face, his fingers
    interlocking behind Jason's head, two long thumb nails curling around
    to be a centimeter away from the dry eye ducts. "Answer me. I want
    to know if you are a liar or not." Constantine dug into the tear ducts,
    contacting blood. He pulled out one nail and bit the tip of his finger
    then merged their blood together, reading Jason without mental blocks
    capable of censoring. "Talk."
    "I suspect I have the spark, Sir." Jason remained motionless, his
    eyes firmly staring through Constantine, lids not daring to twitch.
    Constantine pierced in further. "Will this be a problem? I need a
    right-hand man, not someone playing his own game with stakes aimed
    at my heart."
    Only Jason's lips moved. "You have my allegiance, Sir."
    Constantine extracted his nails and wiped the blood off on Jason's
    hair. "Get over the rush I just gave you and take one of the grunts

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    with you, tell the other one to come in here. It's time for someone else
    to get a blood rush."
    Jason backed away slowly without sound. "How long do you need
    us gone? Hour?"
    Constantine waved Jason past him without the need of answering.
    His cell phone rang.
    "Where are you? You should have been here hours ago."
    Constantine rubbed his eyes. Joe Smith needed a good lashing.
    "Sorry, Sir. There was a police blockade and we had to make a slight
    detour. We are monitoring police frequencies and will be there as
    soon as the coast is clear." Constantine ended the call without niceties
    and turned his phone off. Joe Smith was on his own now to take the
    blame and figure his way out of his own mess. Constantine hoped the
    ransom letter had already been sent; that would keep the family and
    police busy.

    * * * *
Helena's legs wanted to sag onto the cushions but she refused to put
    more pressure on her head or lose awareness of when his stealth
    presence re-entered the room; she trusted him to be as silent and
    deadly as a viper.
    Even if she was incapable of warding him off, she had