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Viktor raised an eyebrow and shook his head as he reluctantly acquiesced to his demand, inhaling its scent with a slight smile.

“That’s right, Hollywood. It’s good. So good.” Hunter grinned in victory, aware he’d discovered the vampire’s secret desire.

“It’s just a momentary weakness. I’ll be fine. Are there any donors out here in the middle of nowhere?” He sighed.

“Not many. I could call on a she-wolf I know. She’s into being bitten. We’ve got a small blood club if you want to dine out. Probably your best bet.”

“A wolf would do. I’m not picky.” Viktor’s gaze drifted to Willa. “She really doesn’t remember me. Maybe she’d be interested.”

Hunter stopped cold, his anger spiking at the vampire’s implied threat. “If you ever touch her again, you’re dead. You aren’t drinking from her. Never. Ever. Again.”

“Joking. Jesus, wolf. As if.”

“We’re clear?” Hunter growled. Willa’s trauma had destroyed her wolf, and like fuck he’d let the blood sucker bite her again.

“Of course. It’s not like I was really going to…”

“It’s time to eat.” Hunter ignored Viktor as he slid open the door, brushed past him and strode into the kitchen.

“That it is…I’ll be back.”

“Thank you. This was amazing.” Willa brought the wine glass to her lips.

“I’ve thought about starting my own cooking show. I’m pretty sure it’ll be a hit,” Hunter joked, attempting to lighten the mood. She’d been quiet during dinner.

“If you make steaks this delicious, I’m sure everyone would tune in to see you.” Willa glanced at her near empty plate, her smile slowly fading.

“Look Willa. I’m sorry…you see, the conversation I had with Viktor, he’s the friend I went in to save.”

“A vampire?” she asked, her tone soft.

“Yeah.”

“And why does an Alpha save a vampire?”

“He’s a friend.” Hunter shrugged. “Maybe more like a friend of a friend. He was caught up in something. Kidnapped really. Well, technically, he went after the demon. She was more of a zombie really.”

Willa stared at him wide-eyed with a closed smile.

“It’s, uh, it’s complicated.”

“I bet.” Willa took another sip of her wine and set it on the table.

“He’s special.” Hunter inwardly cringed realizing he’d used the same word to describe Willa.

“Yeah, he seems very…unique.”

Hunter laughed. “You could say that.”

“You make it a habit to go into Hell for vampires? You must be a pretty good friend.”

“Quintus. He’s from New York. We got in some heated situations together.” Hunter’s mind flashed to the ménage he’d shared with him and Gabriella, his mate, and decided to skip that discussion. “Let’s just say we became close. And Viktor, well, he can kind of be a bit of an asshole but he’s not all bad.”

“And the disappearing thing he does?”

“It’s an ancient thing. Like us wolves. The legends say…” As a child, he’d been told about an original family of wolves who sparked the legacy of their race.

“Don’t believe in fairy tales,” she warned.