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friends brought a stab of envy. He buried that particular emotion. He learned his lesson in his last reincarnation. Never would he put his trust in any woman. Between Morgan Le Fey’s treachery, and Guinevere’s betrayal he would live his life the way he wished. Uncomplicated, simple and alone. He ignored the hollowness lying in the center of his chest. He chose his path and come what may he would not stray from his path. He pushed those thoughts deep, pulling the mantle of his leadership around him like armor and settled his gaze on his men.
    “Any news from Colin?”
    Neil sat down in one of the chairs with a tired sigh. “We just got a message on our secured line. He’s on his way in and he has a guest with him.” He smiled wide, victory shone in his blue eyes. “He’s bringing in Juliet Boyd, the socialite who’s been linked with Vance as a possible love interest, or so the tabloids speculate.”
    “Well then, we better prepare a room for her.”
    Neil shook his head. “Colin is putting her in his rooms. He will be here within the hour to brief you on what he knows so far.”
    At least something was going in their favor, Arthur thought. “Then I guess we will just have to wait for Colin. Now, what are our chances of getting into Vance’s compound?”
    Simon’s voice was laced with frustration. “We checked every way in and out of Dragonwick Enterprises. It’s tight as a drum. Infiltrating will be a very tricky proposition.”
    “Then we will have to be more creative. We need to exploit any means available to terminate Vance.” Arthur sighed, Gods he was so tired. All he wanted was to live his life without worrying when the next attack would come. Or worse, who he may have to bury next.
    “I’ll see if I can tap into a vision,” Darius offered. “Perhaps I will see the way to infiltrate their defenses.”
    Hope leapt unbidden in Arthur for a split second. He ground it down to nothing mercilessly. He needed more than hope to lead his men safely past this particular enemy.
    “That may be very helpful, thank you, Darius I know what a toll it takes on you having these visions. If we can glean any information from your effort, it will be worth it.”
    “Like hell,” Simon ground out. “You haven’t seen what they do to him.”
    “I can handle it, Simon,” Steel wove through Darius’s tone. “It’s my gift to use as I see fit.”
    “Then you can handle the aftermath without me. I won’t be around to pick up the pieces. Not this time,” Simon hissed between clenched teeth. “I can’t be here right now, catch you later.” Frustration and anger poured off of him as he turned on his booted heel and stormed out of the room.
    Arthur had never seen Simon react so strongly. He didn’t know what shocked him more; Simon’s behavior or learning the danger Darius put himself in. All of his men carried the magic they were born with in their first incarnation. Some more powerful than others, but none ever came to harm using their powers. That is not that he was aware of, until now. “If using your magic puts you in danger we will find another way.”
    “No,” Darius practically snarled, fists bunched at his side. “This is my decision. I will do what I see fit to aid you. I won’t discuss this further.”
    Darius didn’t wait for Arthur to answer. He turned and left the same route Simon took. By the look on his face Arthur felt more than a little sorry for Simon once Darius caught up to him.
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    Darius shoved through the mass of humanity crammed inside the nightclub. Oblivious to the assessing glances and full out stares from the women he passed. In his present frame of mind he wanted to fight more than fuck. Shoving his way through the crowd he headed toward the back where a curved stairway led up to the VIP section on the second floor. Between the clashing odor of cigarettes and perfume his head pounded. To be fair the Techno beat thrumming at an ear splitting roar didn’t help either.