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start?”
    “Immediately. I’ll expect you
to move into my condo.” He listed off an address on the better side of town.
    I blinked. Moving in with him
– it made sense, but I hadn’t thought of that. How could I hide who I was right
under his nose?
    I inhaled to say no, but the
cash in my hand was like an anchor – and the tone of his voice like a leash. He
knew what he wanted, and for some strange reason he wanted was me. I liked
that. A tail I didn’t currently have batted, and my throat closed around an
eager whine. Blood.
    “All right.” I nodded, and put
the money in my pocket.
    “You don’t want to know what
kind of enemies I’ll be making?”
    As long as they were human, it
didn’t matter. “You’re paying me enough not to care.”
    “Good. Go get your things then
– and get to my place before dawn.” He turned and stalked away, obedience
expected. I watched the shape of his body that his suit hinted at, his
shoulders, his ass, and inside of me the wolf stirred, hungry for a chase and a
kill or a fuck. Blood? Heat sank inside me, making my balls feel full.
    I waited until Vincent was
gone and walked over to where Javier’s car was waiting. He saw the look on my
face and rolled his window down. “High class brawls for you now, eh? The big
leagues?” I could see the disappointment in his eyes at my loss, but he had too
much pride to try to guilt me into staying.
    “Yeah.” I handed him almost
the whole wad of cash, keeping enough for gas and food. If I wasn’t paying rent
anymore, I wouldn’t need it, and Javier’d always been fair. He did a
doubletake, like the cash might be imaginary, and then tucked it in between the
cushion of his car seat and its frame.
    “You remember what I taught
you?” he asked, one rheumy eye blind-blue from his own time in the ring.
    “Everything.”
    “Good.” He nodded once, and
then hit the side of his car. “If you ever need to fight again down here, let
me know.”
    I nodded, and watched him pull
away into the night.
    At long last, the Mountain’s
eager friend who’d stayed behind – the cut on his chin making him smell like a
shining penny in the dark – lumbered out from behind a cement pole.
    “You cost me a lot of money,
asshole!”
    If he’d been smarter, he’d
have jumped me while I’d still had Vincent’s wad. But he wanted a one on one
fight -- plus the knife he was flashing. I grinned at him, feral.
    Blood! my wolf
demanded.
    Oh, yes, the
rest of me agreed.
    The human part of me folded
back, exposing a wolf hungry for kidneys and marrow .
    Humans did sometimes see weres
– it was just that no witnesses ever survived. 
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    I knew it was her when
I saw her attack the other car that’d tried to pick her up. Whoever was inside
it was an idiot -- she didn’t look like the other girls that worked here. She
was too clean, not broken down enough. Although maybe that’s what’d turned him
on, made him bold enough to try.
    I started to wonder if
this was one of Syd’s tricks, to try to lure me out of the hills so that he
could punish me for coming into town without the pack’s permission. I squinted,
watching her for any sign – and that’s when his scent hit me.
    Like when the driver in
front of you is smoking at a stop light, and you drive through the smoke
they’ve left behind – that’s how the scent of Vincent was on her. I fought not
to be blinded by memories.
    “Hey, you,” I said,
loud enough for her to hear.
    She glanced over.
    “You,” I repeated,
slightly louder. It was her, right? It had to be. I breathed deep. Seven years
without him. Too goddamn long.
    She stood up straight
and did something with her hair. “What?”
    “Get in the truck,” I
commanded.
    I could scent her panic
before she felt it probably, saw her looking at my beat-up truck and think
about the time of night.
    “Get in,” I said,
becoming frustrated. Town was pack territory, it wasn’t safe – she hitched her
backpack higher. The bitch was going