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first time he got shot.”
    “You were shot ?” several of us exclaimed. Then it was just a flurry of chaos and voices.
    “Who shot you?”
    “What’s really on the USB drive?”
    “How are we getting away from the humans?”
    “Where did you learn to drive like this?”
    “What aren’t you guys telling us?
    And on and on and on until I thought my head was going to explode. Finally I stuck my fingers in my mouth and whistled while waiting for everyone to shut it. When they did, Boston opening and closing his mouth a few times as he gave me a slack look, I stopped.
    “Priorities, guys. We’re being shot at. We need safety. Who’s got options?”
    “I know Seattle’s not going to like my answer but the only ones around here strong enough to help us with this kind of heat are in the LA vampire coven,” Milwaukee answered quietly. “I was thinking about that earlier, and while vamps always have a price, I think trading sanctuary for the night or until the humans circle back to keep looking for the information Chicago has is a good deal.”
    No one said a word, knowing our eldest brother’s dislike of vampires. It wasn’t like he was a bigot. Oh no, he’d known a lot of them actually and every one he’d dealt with constantly had an agenda and couldn’t be trusted because they would always, always do what was best for themselves even if it meant selling out their allies. And they didn’t do anything for free.
    “Seattle?” Boston muttered when the silence dragged on.
    “Yeah, fine,” he growled. “Call Julus and tell him we’re coming in hot and we have news his coven director will want.”
    “Is that smart? I thought Julus was still pissed at you?”
    “He is but the whole coven will be, and maybe the director would deny us entry, if we don’t warn them about all of this. Then we’ll be really screwed.”
    “On it.” Boston pulled out one of the burner phones we’d picked up for emergencies, like if this went ass up, and huddled against the window as if trying to keep the call quiet and control what the person on the other line heard.
    We flew by a strip of nightclubs then and I saw several groups of people on the street having fun, not a care in the world, as they were coming out or about to go in. But they stopped with open mouths when they saw us and the authorities giving chase, appalled by what they were seeing… I knew the feeling. A few years ago it would have been so easy to have been those people, having fun right out of college or senior year.
    What had happened to my life that I was here now, my brother getting shot, and the end of life as I knew it looming over my head? Shit. Maybe I needed to talk to Orlando. I was pretty sure this was what going into shock felt like.
    “So okay to answer your earlier question in the shortest way possible, Boston and I used to be PP guards,” Seattle said as he swerved in and out of cars. Then he cut over to take an exit for another expressway from the left lane. There were several crashes behind us as perusing cars couldn’t pull the same move as he did but I barely heard or noticed as I focused on my eldest brother as my knowledge base of him just jumped worlds.
    “Julus said come in through the south gates, and they’ll extend the mist out a few miles to give us a landing strip so the humans lose us, get confused, and think we went the other way,” Boston explained after he was done with his call. Then he glanced back at us. “What did you do to them? They’re all staring at us with their mouths agape like twits.”
    “I told them we used to be PP guards.” Seattle shrugged.
    Boston rolled his eyes and glanced among us. “Okay, well I know it’s a shock and all, but get your heads in the game. Vampires will try and take advantage of you at every turn so do not make any deals for any reason and we don’t split up. Once we get in there, you’re pretty much mute unless you’re talking to us when we’re alone.”
    “You worked as