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“That isn’t his call. It’s my life!”

“Yeah, well. You’re gonna have to take that up with him.”

I put my hands on my hips. “Fine, I will. Get him on the phone.”

“Can’t.”

“And why not?”

“He’s in a high-level meeting—”

“How convenient.”

“—and told me not to disturb him until morning.”

“Then get a note to him.”

“That would be disturbing.”

“Damn it, Marco!”

The phone rang. He glanced at it, sighed and put it back down again. “Look, it’s only for a little while—”

“Oh, please!” I couldn’t believe he was trying that. “Sell it to someone else. I know how these things work!”

He took his smelly cigar out of his mouth and rested it on the ashtray. “And how do they work?”

“I go along with this now, and I’ll have Mutt and Jeff here dogging my every step for the rest of my damn life!”

The taller vamp looked at the shorter one. “Guess that makes you Jeff.”

“I ain’t no Jeff. He was a crazy little bugger.”

“Well, Mutt was an idiot.”

“They were both idiots, and shut up,” Marco told them. He looked at me. “You know I don’t have any say over this. But you’re already up now, so it don’t matter anyway. And you can talk to the master in the morning.”

I just stood there for a moment, debating options. Because giving in, even for a few hours, wasn’t smart. Give a vamp an inch and he wouldn’t take a mile; he’d take the whole damn continent.

My stomach growled.

“Kung pao chicken,” Marco wheedled.

The bastard.

Mircea and I clearly needed to have a conversation, but I also needed to eat. And only one was currently available. And I was starving.

“Sweet-and-sour pork—”

“Oh, shut up,” I told him.

He grinned.

I sighed. “You order egg rolls?”

Marco spread his hands. “Please.”

I decided that I’d bargain better on a full stomach, and swiped a beer. He dealt me in, and I grabbed a chair before looking at my cards hopefully. Nothing—not even a pair of twos.

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