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couldn’t find anything and thought it a waste of time, or that they had ‘urgent matters needing attending’ and couldn’t afford the time for such an extensive search, but their minds were usually screaming, “Oh shit, I have to get out of this or Julius Notte will crush me like a little bug.”
    Julius turned a scowl Marcus’s way when a bark of laughter slipped from the man’s mouth.
    “So, did you attack Marguerite?” Christian asked, then added encouragingly, “Maybe not with the intent to kill her, but just to scare her off?”
    “No,” Julius repeated, holding his gaze.
    Christian looked like he might believe him but then sighed and shook his head. “I want to believe you, but…”
    “Can’t you read him?” Tiny asked. “I thought you guys could read us and each other so long as youaren’t lifemates. Marguerite was constantly reading Vincent in California.”
    “Marguerite is older than Vincent,” Christian explained. “I can’t read my father unless he opens his mind to me.”
    “So, have him open his mind,” Tiny suggested.
    Julius glowered at the mortal, but then went still as Christian turned an arched eyebrow his way.
    “Will you open your mind and let me read it to be sure,” Christian asked.
    Julius didn’t even bother to speak, he merely sneered at the very suggestion.
    “Just what I thought,” Christian muttered with disgust. “You did come here to—”
    “Perhaps we should discuss this elsewhere,” Marcus suggested, reminding them of his presence. When they both glanced his way, his gaze slipped meaningfully toward Tiny who had pulled the food trolley in front of one of the chairs by the window and was settling down to his breakfast.
    “Don’t mind me,” the detective said with amusement. “I’ll just eat while you talk.”
    “We’ll get out and let you eat in peace,” Christian growled and then glanced to Julius and said, “We can talk in my room.”
    When he nodded agreement, Christian turned to head for the door.
    Julius glanced from his departing son to the mortal and hesitated. He’d wanted to rip off Tiny’s head when he’d found him in bed with Marguerite. In fact, he’d wanted to right up until Marcus had whispered in his ear that he’d read the man and he and Marguerite hadn’t done anything but share the bed, that they didn’t have the kind of relationship he’d assumed.
    Of course, as Marcus had also said, Julius would have known that himself had he taken the trouble to read the man rather than just assume the worst. Now he felt kind of bad about the whole thing. The detective had just been trying to ensure Marguerite’s safety. Julius considered apologizing for his earlier behavior, but then recalled that if Tiny hadn’t opened his big mouth about his opening his mind for Christian to read him, his son wouldn’t be pissed at him right now. The two deeds cancelled each other out, he decided. He didn’t owe him an apology.
    Scowling at the mortal, Julius turned on his heel and followed his son.

Three

    Marguerite’s gaze slid over the mess in her room as she headed for the rack where her suitcase sat. Flipping up the lid, she retrieved what she’d need for a bath, and then grabbed fresh clothes to wear afterward, grateful she hadn’t unpacked when they arrived that morning. It saved her having to repack everything.
    Turning, she moved into the bathroom and set her things on the gleaming marble counter before moving to the huge tub. Marguerite poured in a liberal amount of bubble bath, pushed the button to drop the drain plug into place, and then switched on the taps before sitting on the side of the tub with a weary little sigh.
    She was tired and would have liked a couple more hours sleep. It had been a long drive from Berwick-upon-Tweed…but then it had been a very long three weeks.
    Her mouth quirked with irritation as she thought of the time they’d spent going through book after book of ancient, spidery writing in now faded ink,