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“A fight to get him down here?” I asked.

Felix lifted a shoulder. “I knocked him out with those dart guns I told you about.”

“You’re not supposed to use those.”

“It’s one of Armstrong’s men. I didn’t want to take the chance. He couldn’t get away.”

I nodded with a grunt. I had to agree with that.

When I peered through the small window slatted with thick iron bars, I couldn’t see him. A moment later, a shifter threw himself against the door, his face right in mine. I jerked with the sudden attack, but I had a solid poker face and stood my ground. He was in human form, with a thick black beard and a bald head, but the teeth he bared were sharp, and his eyes were the jewel tones of his beast.

“He’s a bear,” Felix said.

The bears were the most powerful shifters when it came to brute strength. Magic was a different story. This one didn’t have as much magic as it had rage. They could be equally dangerous.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“What’s it to you?” He curled thick, hairy fingers around the bars in the opening.

“You’re in my territory.”

“We don’t have any problems with you,” he said. “We just came to get what’s ours.”

“And what’s that?”

The guy laughed bitterly. “Yeah, I’m not telling you that. Tate will kill me.”

“And if we kill you?” Felix suggested.

“I guess then we’ll never know, huh?”

Felix shook his head.

“You know coming here is a death sentence,” I snarled. “You know what Armstrong did. Why risk coming back?”

“What he wants is more powerful than you are,” the minion said.

I narrowed his eyes. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not alpha because you’re smart, are you? You just happened to be next in line.”

I bristled at that.

“Find out what he wants,” I ordered Felix over my shoulder. “Do whatever it takes.”

Felix nodded, his lips pursed, jaw clenched. His expression was grim.

“I need to talk to you. It’s about Oaklee.”

Armstrong’s minion appeared at the opening again, his face riddled with curiosity.

“She’s here?”

Felix slammed his fist into the door so hard, it created a dent of his own, and the shifter bounced back instinctively.

“What the fuck do you know about her?” I asked. I looked at Felix. “What’s going on here?”

“We’ll talk upstairs,” Felix said tightly and gestured with his head down the hallways we’d come.

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