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Kieran didn’t know the guy personally, but he was part of Fayez’s coven. Fayez had disappeared weeks ago, leaving his coven in disarray. Without a leader, the vampires were running amuck.
Jason pulled his lip back, showing fang. “You’re a hunter.”
“And you just killed someone earlier.” Kieran slammed him against the brick wall. “Just because you’re leaderless doesn’t mean it’s open season on humans.”
“That’s exactly what it means.” Jason shoved Kieran away. “Hunters don’t run this city.”
Kieran glared at him. “We hunt the vampires that kill humans.”
Jason’s eyes narrowed. “Not anymore,” he snarled. “The world has changed. It’s our time now.”
“Hardly.” Kieran grabbed Jason’s face and slammed it against the wall. “You crossed a line tonight. A line you can’t come back from.”
With his claws extended, Kieran went in for the kill. He drove his claws into Jason’s chest, yanking out his heart. The guy crumpled to the ground as Kieran let the heart fall from his hand. The vampire was dead, no longer a threat.
Now that he’d accomplished what he’d set out to do—track down the vampire and end him—Kieran walked away. He would alert the club owner, Kellam, that the body was in the alley. Let them worry about cleanup.
* * * *
“Did you find what you were looking for?” Marcus asked as Brooklyn rejoined him.
“And then some. You ready to go?” Although Brooklyn had been looking for a good time, and he’d found it, he felt uneasy about what had just happened. He wasn’t a quick-hookup kind of guy, and the experience had left him feeling cheap now that the thrill was over.
He still couldn’t believe he’d done something so risqué. Never in his life had he just grabbed a stranger and had sex with him. It was as though he was having some sort of out-of-body experience, watching someone who looked like him screwing a stranger.
Brooklyn hadn’t even planned on picking up anyone. He’d just wanted to let his hair down and forget Blaine existed.
Marcus slid his arm through Brooklyn’s. “More than ready. The only guys who hit on me were either too old or too ugly.”
“Stop lying,” Brooklyn said with a chuckle. “I saw more than one cute guy whisper in your ear.”
Marcus wiggled his brows. “And I got their phone numbers.”
They exited the club and drove back in Marcus’s car as Brooklyn thought about Kieran. There was no chance of them seeing each other again. It was a simple one-night stand, and Brooklyn was not going to chase the guy down.
When they got back to the house, Brooklyn went for the bottle of wine chilling in the fridge. He hadn’t drunk at the club, but now he felt as if he needed one. As he gripped the bottle in his hand, a searing pain caused him to drop it. The bottle hit the floor, but thankfully didn’t break.
Brooklyn stared in horror at his palm. What on earth? There was a circular mark there, as if burned into his flesh. He could make out a tribal symbol with a wolf in the center of it.
“Marcus!”
His friend ran into the room. “What’s wrong?”
Brooklyn held up his hand, his eyes wide. “Look.”
“What the fuck is that?” Marcus frowned as he looked at Brooklyn’s hand. “Where did you get it?”
“I don’t know.” Brooklyn shook his head. “It just appeared.”
“Did you touch anything at the club?”
Brooklyn shook his head again. “No, Marcus. It just happened.”
Marcus took Brooklyn’s hand, examining the mark more closely. “It almost looks like a brand.”
“Nothing burned into my hand.”
Marcus raised his eyebrows. “Someone did this to you.”
