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He ran both hands through his hair, taking a deep breath, the image of Caleb’s broken, butchered corpse flashing in his head. “We found one of our own dead today—murdered, actually.”
“Jesus…” She looked down. “I’m… I’m sorry.”
“Are you?”
Her head snapped up, and she glared at him. But she said nothing.
“His name was Caleb. A young lad, a good lad.”
“A… a kid?” Her voice had softened.
He shook his head. “No, a young man. But in our world, he was little more than a lad. His entire life before him…” His voice tightened, and he spun away from her, pacing back toward the door to regain his composure.
Caleb had been eminently likable, quick-witted, funny, and full of the devil-may-care energy of youth. His judgment wasn’t exactly unimpeachable though, and that day, it had cost the impetuous boy dearly. Heading out onto a deserted, isolated Warner Road just to get his cock wet with some stupid human groupie wasn’t worth the lad’s life.
“What happened? Do you know who did this?” She grunted. “I assumed your pack had this place locked down tight…”
“We do.” He turned to face her once more, leaning his back against the door, his arms crossed. “Which is why I’m talking to you right now.”
“I don’t… I don’t get it. What the hell would I know about this?”
“That’s what we’re going to find out.”
Her face paled at that. “I don’t like the sound of that…”
“As long as you tell me the truth, nothing bad is going to happen to you, silly girl.” He pointed at her. “But Idowant the truth. All of it. Don’t give me the fucking Bureau line either. I have a deadwolfout there right now. I don’t have time for bullshit.”
“Okay.” She tilted her head. “Do I still have to hold my hands behind my back?”
He regarded her exposed, vulnerable breasts, and it was only by virtue of iron-hard willpower that he didn’t fall upon them. He wanted nothing more than to squeeze them in his hands, listen to her moans as he pinched and twisted those berry red nipples, watch her blush as he wrapped those big, soft tits around the length of his thrusting cock…
Focus, dipshit!
“You can move them.”
She sighed in relief, those gorgeous breasts rising and falling, as she pressed her hands back to her lap. “Thank you…”
“What does the FMB know about the wolves and the vampires?”
She was silent a moment, giving him a look he wasn’t sure how to interpret. Was she considering how much to tell him? He had no choice, at least at that moment, but to trust her. He didn’t have much else to go on, so learning whatever he could about what the FMB knew might help him.
“Once the wolves made themselves known to us—before the Treaty—it wasn’t exactly a stretch to consider thepossibilitythat vampires might be real too. But…”
“But what? Just tell me, agent.”
“We’ve never found one of them. Not a single one. Most agents think they’re probably a myth.”
“Doyou?”
She shrugged. “Got enough on my plate with the wolves. Haven’t thought much about it, honestly. We get occasional leads here and there. But they’ve always gone nowhere. I’ve heard the Investigation Division won’t even bother with them anymore. Sort of like UFO reports, I guess. Officially, the FMB hasn’t said anything about them. Neither publicly, nor to its own rank-and-file.”
Fuck.
The news stunned him. Either FMB was hopelessly clueless, or it was official policy to lie to its own agents. “What do you know about The Circle?”
The blank stare on her face told him she hadn’t the faintest idea what he was talking about. “Context? What’s it regard?”
She really doesn’t know.
