The Link That Binds
him being dragged outside and shoved into the ridiculous hearse-like limo.
    Link couldn’t really help but feel a slight pang of disappointment as the car drove away… somehow he thought he might even miss the shifter.
     
    * * * *
     
    Jace had been hissing pretty much nonstop since waking up. Snapping at whoever came within striking distance.
    On one hand, he was fucking ecstatic that he’d finally found his ticket home, although still pretty certain Mika was gonna try something. On the other, he was just fucking pissed off.
    He would probably have to go on the same damn detox cure he’d given to Leo when he first came to the pride. He’d definitely started to feel the shakes as his body tried to rid itself from the toxic crap. Feeling as if he was being chased around by evil, man-eating color blobs didn’t exactly make him feel any saner.
    They were in the same warehouse where they’d captured him in the first place and from the looks of it, they hadn’t exactly done much cleaning since the last time they’d been there. Shattered crates and bloodstains covered the floor. Hell, he even recognized some of his own stains.
    At least they’d had the decency to remove the dead bodies.
    Mika struck out at him with his gun, nailing him where he’d caught the damn thing a million times before. “Shut the fuck up, Garfield! Your whining is giving me a headache.”
    “Yeah, well, so the fuck is your insisting to manhandle me with that fucking gun of yours,” Jace snapped back as his own head throbbed, setting off a new swirl of colors around his head.
    Mika had seemed genuinely entertained by him at first, but Jace sure as hell tried everything to piss him off and by the looks of it, something was working. The vampire had even started to grind his teeth and it wasn’t a far stretch to imagine the importance of the vampire hostage, seeing as Mika hadn’t disposed of him yet or permanently wired his jaw shut.
    It struck Jace though, how clearminded Mika suddenly seemed, sure he still shook from time to time and had some gnarly aspiration problems, even had the occasional eye-twitching, but otherwise, Mika seemed to be present in the mental department… well, as present as an evil vampire junkie could be.
    He could sense how Mika tensed when they heard the car pull up. Mika caught hold of his arm and pulled him along outside. It had started to rain and Jace took a moment to just feel the drops hit his face.
    It’d been his first chance to get anything close to clean in far too long and he could really use a hot, steamy shower right about now.
    His attention returned as Solomon stepped out of the SUV, weapons on display at his sides. No point in hiding them since none of them would be dumb enough to be caught without one anyway.
    Solomon looked pissed as he stood before Mika, who chuckled.
    “We meet again.” The vampire smiled, “Now where is Brass? ‘Cause no Brass means kitty, here,” Mika grinned as he pulled back Jace’s head and aimed his gun at his jugular, “won’t be chasing any balls of yarn in the future.”
    Solomon didn’t react other than to glare at Mika. “You know you really should leave the jokes for the comedians. I’ve coughed up hairballs funnier than you… not funnier looking, though.”
    Sneering, Mika snapped, “Bring me Brass or there’ll be a massacre here tonight and I’ll bet your hairballs are even funnier covered with blood.”
    Solomon wasn’t even rattled by Mika’s words and Jace couldn’t help but feel a bit insulted that a threat on his life didn’t seem to warrant any reaction. Well, he knew Sol cared, but he couldn’t really show much in the way of emotions with all of the vampires standing around, never being one to be caught looking weak, but still…
    “Before I bring out your little friend, I should inform you that I have snipers covering the area. They’ve already incapacitated the two you had stationed on top of the warehouse. If you so much as flinch the
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