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Morgan had
always fought together, when they chose to stop bickering long enough to
actually focus on the other’s actions. Still, it was a bloody, messy brawl, and
the bastards got in some good shots against them both, though Kierland tried
hard to put himself in the way of any slashing claws that were aimed for the
female Watchman.
    He didn’t know how long the fight might have gone on,
if the sudden sound of distant police sirens hadn’t filled the air. Though no
one from the crowd had bothered to offer them any assistance, someone had
apparently thought to call the police.
    Obviously in no mood to tangle with the local human
authorities, the jackals snarled their intent to “finish them off later” and
disappeared through the front of the club. Kierland waited until the bastards
were out of sight, then shifted his hands back into human form and wrapped his
fingers back around Morgan’s delicate wrist. “Let’s go,” he grunted, quickly
moving with the exodus of patrons who were heading for the rear exit and
choosing escape from the police over the chance for another dance.
    Shuffling out with the others into the cobblestoned
street, Kierland instantly looked to the skies to ensure that nothing was
preparing to swoop down on them from above. There were too many damn dangers
for Morgan to be out on her own, and the Death-Walkers were especially a problem,
considering the ones they’d encountered so far were able to take a vaporous
form that enabled them to fly.
    “You got a flask on you?” he asked. They’d started
carrying flasks of salted holy water after learning that the combination could
be used to scare off the Death-Walkers. Unfortunately, they still didn’t have a
clue how to kill the creatures, but Kierland was hoping his sources would be
able to come up with something soon.
    “I’ve got my flask,” she told him, sticking close to
his side as he pulled her through the crowd.
    “It was stupid for you to come here,” he grumbled,
keeping his hold on her wrist. “Too much of a risk.”
    “Yeah, well, a phone call wouldn’t have done the trick.
You’d have just run off before I could finish what I’ve come to say.”
    Kierland couldn’t imagine what that could actually be,
but forced himself to be patient until they were someplace quiet and out of
danger. And in the meantime, he still had plenty to say about what she’d done.
“The point is that you shouldn’t have left Harrow House for any reason,” he
growled. “It’s the only place that’s safe right now. I can’t believe Quinn—”
    “Your best friend doesn’t have any say in what I do.
God, Kier. I’m not a child.”
    Ha. As if he thought of her as a child, even with that
new haircut she was sporting. She’d had long bangs cut into all that straight,
shoulder-length brown hair since he’d left England. It made her look younger,
like the girl he’d known all those years ago, and his gut clenched at the
memory. But he sure as hell didn’t think of her as a kid.
    Itchy. That was how Morgan Cantrell made him feel, as
if he had a million freaking ants in his pants, all of them skittering over his
skin. Tall and slender, with shadowy gray eyes and a heart-shaped face that
looked as if it’d been carved from fine porcelain, she was undeniably
beautiful. She had the firm, lean physique of a woman who was a trained
fighter, and yet, she still carried a sensual, earthy aura of femininity that
was hell on any man’s libido. Not to mention how it affected the predatory side
of a male’s nature. Kierland’s wolf had always been mesmerized by her, to the
point that it all but howled every time she walked into a bloody room.
    In fact, it was the wolf’s fascination—its incessant
craving for a taste of her—that had finally sent him slumming tonight in the
first place.
    Kierland didn’t resort to the club scene often, but
these were desperate times. He’d been forced to be close to Morgan for too damn
long and had needed to get