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other room? Do you support them financially as well?”
    He straightened. “Those other women are not your business. Find out who killed Melanie. Are we done here?”
    “For now. Do not leave Las Vegas,” Jean Luc demanded.
    Will snarled at Simon as he walked past. “What a slimeball.”
    Talia grimaced. “Let’s talk to some of the other women.”
    “Simon isn’t going to be happy,” Will grinned.
    “Tough.”
    Thirty minutes later, Talia had learned two things. These women were leading desperate, blood-addicted lives, and none of them had liked Melanie Thomas. Apparently, Melanie hadn’t been friendly at all with the other women. She was a backstabber according to one, and that was the nicest word any of them had used to describe her.
    What had turned Melanie into a backstabbing bitch? Was it the addiction? Or was it something more fundamental? Talia shook her head. She’d had enough. She nodded tightly to Will and left the room. It was time for a little heart-to-heart with Veronique.
    Talia found her quarry in the lobby. She was standing next to the concierge desk with her hand on her hip, laughing at something the concierge said.
    “Yo, Veronica.”
    She jerked at Talia’s voice and spun toward her, eyes narrowing. “My name is Veronique.”
    “Do you have any idea what is going on in your swanky hotel?”
    “I don’t know what you mean.”
    But the female looked to the left when she answered. Which was a tell. And in Vegas, you quickly learned to look for tells. Veronique was lying. She knew exactly what was going on.
    “If I learn you are continuing to have these types of private events here, I will shut down the hotel. Comprenez-vous? ”
    Veronique’s mouth fell open in shock, but only for a moment. Her face reddened, and then she responded in rapid-fire French. If Talia wasn’t mistaken, she was cursing. Jean Luc and Will both walked up then, and Veronique turned to Jean Luc and continued ranting in French. Jean Luc responded in French as well.
    Talia turned away, leaving Jean Luc to deal with the French version of Jessica Rabbit. Will whistled softly as he followed her.
    “I think you might have just channeled Kyle. Holy crap, T. You are downright sexy when you get all riled up like that.”
    “Cut it out, Will.” She gripped her hands together to keep them from shaking.
    Will grabbed her hands and turned her to face him. His usual grin was replaced by a set mouth and eyes narrowed in concern. “Talia, take a deep breath and let it out slowly.”
    She didn’t argue. He took deep breaths along with her while she stared into his green eyes.
    Her heart had finally started to calm down until she saw Jean Luc standing across the lobby watching the two of them. He looked down at their joined hands, and his eyes flashed red for a second. But just as quickly, his face lost all expression, to be replaced by a stone mask.

 
    Chapter 6
     
    Jean Luc had to escape his hotel room, even if it meant being surrounded by Vegas tourists. He couldn’t sleep. Misha had been texting him nonstop. Leave it to his demon partner to frustrate him through technology.
    Plus, his mind kept replaying the scene with Will and Talia endlessly. He had sensed Talia’s anxiety across the lobby and had simply turned away from Veronique, who still had been sputtering her displeasure. But before he could reach Talia, Will comforted her. Will touched her. Not him.
    Jean Luc walked along the strip, weaving through the crowd. He could sense various supernaturals as he traveled by a faint buzzing along his spinal column. After a few minutes, the buzzing became more pronounced and focused. He was being followed.
    So much for clearing his head.
    He headed down a side street away from the people and turned into a small alley.
    “Jean Luc. Wait!”
    He stopped and spun at the sound of the familiar voice. It could not be.
    “Damn. It is you. I don’t believe it!”
    “Leo?”
    “Yes.” He stepped further into the alley, and the