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Waverly’s cheeks flushed as she attempted not to recall the details of their love making. Don’t think about sex. Picasso. Rembrandt. Degas. Her body flushed with heat, and she tugged at her scarf, accidentally exposing the scar on her neck.

She exchanged a brief glance with Greyson, and quickly covered it up.

“Nice scarf,” he commented, smirking at his brother.

“Don’t start.” Viktor shut him down.

“Viktor is my boyfriend. What’s it to you?” Waverly blurted out, her cheeks on fire with embarrassment.

“Your boyfriend. This is the best.” Greyson laughed.

“It’s true. I officially have a girlfriend. Pretty cool, right?” Viktor waggled his eyebrows.

“My brother has lost his mind,” Greyson said with a glance to Rafe.

“Dude. It’s not surprising. I mean come on. It’s the oldest story in the book. Guy goes to a bar to get blood. Girl almost gets killed. Big Daddy vamp puts the hammer down on the bad guy and chases the girl across the country. Happens all the time.” Rafe looked up from his cell phone at Greyson. “Besides, have you seen how he looks at her? It’s over, bro.”

“Think you’re smart, wolf?” Greyson shot back at him.

“Um, I know it,” Rafe answered and resumed scrolling through his phone.

“Well, let me teach you a new trick.” Greyson paused and turned to Waverly and Viktor who sat across from them. “Have you fully bonded?”

Viktor glared at his brother. “Not that you would know anything about bonding, but we’re taking care of business. That’s all you need to know.”

“Yeah, okay,” Greyson replied.

“Can we please focus on what we are about to do?” Waverly changed the subject, embarrassed by the conversation. She wasn’t ready to share her relationship with the world. “The storage facility is near the bridge. There’s a series of secret underground tunnels and the warehouse is fronted by Seville Industry. It’s listed as an importing company. It’s shared by several museums in the upper northeast.”

Waverly stared out into the darkness as they traveled over the bridge. “Please let me deal with Adam when we get there. I haven’t seen him for years. He asked me to go to dinner and I said no.”

“Sounds like you’ve got some competition,” Greyson teased.

“There is no competition,” Viktor responded.

“Here we go.” Waverly sucked a breath in an attempt to bury her anxiety.

They pulled up to the gate and watched in silence while the driver gave him their names. Waverly’s stomach did a small flip as the guard waved them into the yard. A black SVU with its lights on sat parked directly across from a large garage door.

“Okay, I’ve got this,” Waverly said as the driver opened the back door. A bright light shone inside the cabin. Thrumming with eagerness, she quickly gave a wave to Adam, who also exited his car.

Though his once raven hair was now striped with grey, he appeared exactly how she’d remembered him. But the excitement she’d once felt for the dashing grad student had faded.

“Hey beautiful!” he called to her.

“Hey there.” As she extended her hand to him, he reached for her, pulling her into a hug. Her body recoiled at his touch.

The vision slammed into her. A wall of darkness, screams echoed through flashing lights. Before she had a chance to process it, a strong hand clamped around her waist, tugging her from his arms.

As if someone had pulled her from drowning in the deep sea, she gasped for air. Specks of light danced in her eyes, and she blinked repeatedly, attempting to regain focus.

“Waverly. Are you okay?” Viktor asked.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” she insisted. “Sorry.”

“Hey, what’s going on here? Let her go,” Adam demanded.

“Stand down,” Greyson growled, putting himself between them.