Page 77 of Dead of Night


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“I certainly am,” Kane remarked. “One of the pitfalls of being a prince of hell.”

West watched with interest as Kane put his tiles on the board.

“No matter what we decide, we need to keep the details to ourselves,” I suggested. A subterranean chamber filled with gold was sure to draw unwanted interest.

“If you had some of that money, you could finally fix up the Ruins,” West remarked.

“The Castle,” I corrected him through clenched teeth. “And I have been fixing it up. It’s a work in progress.”

West surveyed the kitchen. “Yeah, I can see that.”

“Anyway, I wouldn’t use that money even if I could,” I said.

“Oh, I know. I agree with you.” The werewolf placed his tiles on the board and leaned back against his chair, arms folded in satisfaction.

“That isn’t a word,” Kane said.

“Sure it is.”

“No, it isn’t.” The demon looked at me. “Miss Clay, please weigh in.”

“I’m not the dictionary. Let Oxford or Merriam-Webster tell you.” No way was I settling a disagreement between the alpha and the prince. That could set off a grudge that would last decades, and I intended to live in Fairhaven in peace and quiet, just as soon as this situation with The Corporation was done and dusted.

Kane tapped the screen of his phone and typed in a search. His brow furrowed. “Fine. The word stands.” He set the phone on the table and stretched his neck, as though trying to avoid leaping across the table in anger and frustration.

West smirked. “My tiles are gone. Can you go?”

The muscle in Kane’s cheek pulsed. “No.”

“Then you’ll have to subtract the amount of those letters from your score.”

“I’m aware of the rules, Davies. Thank you very much.” He used the calculator on his phone to add the totals. “And you claimed you weren’t good at board games.”

“No, I said board games aren’t my thing. I didn’t say I wasn’t good at them.”

Kane eyed him with a mixture of awe and respect. “I didn’t know you had it in you, Davies.”

“Scrabble shark,” I said, nodding my approval. “Nice.”

West scraped back his chair and rose to his feet. “I have my pack to consider. I don’t want trouble with The Corporation. Whatever happens, I don’t want to draw their ire.”

“That might be impossible to avoid at this point,” I said.

“Then I want to minimize their ire,” he replied. “If that means letting them reclaim the house and keep their money there, then that’s what I think we should do.”

Kane and I exchanged looks. “We’ll take it under advisement,” I said.

“Your decision affects this whole town, not just you,” West argued. “I’d appreciate being brought into the loop next time there’s a major situation. I don’t want to hear about it thirdhand.”

“Why don’t you have some sort of council here with representatives from the different factions?” I asked. “Then you can discuss issues and reach an agreement together.”

The werewolf and demon burst into laughter.

“Your naiveté is both surprising and sweet,” Kane said, still chuckling.

“I don’t see what the problem is,” I said. “It’s a small town, so it should be easy to organize. Kane already oversees a guild of different species. Why not create a council that deals with the local issues that impact supernaturals?”

“Because that would require us to get along well enough to work together,” Kane said.

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