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MICAH CAME IN with Mephistopheles—Devil was his nickname, but he went by Dev—and most of the other male golden tigers, plus Good Angel, Dev’s twin sister, were with them. All the golden clan were tall, between five-ten and six-four with varying shades of blond hair and a golden cast to their skin, as if they had a pale, permanent tan. They were all handsome, or beautiful. The men tended toward broad shoulders and gathered muscle easily if they worked at it, though most of them didn’t like the weight room that much. The women were all model tall but ranged from model thin to curvy; the thinner girls had trouble gaining muscle, and the curvy ones muscled up like Valkyries, which had prompted some of them to stop lifting. Angel was the only one who had dark hair. She’d dyed it black, as dark as she could get it. Her eyes were still blue with a circle of pale brown around the iris just like her brother’s hazel-blue tiger eyes, but the black hair made hers look a little bluer, the brown darker. I bet if she went to the right dance club they’d think they were contacts and she was going for Goth. When someone had asked her about the black hair, she’d said, “My legal name is Good Angel; maybe it gave me a complex?” She didn’t hit the gym as much as I would have preferred, and she didn’t train enough to be one of the guards, but I appreciated the bad attitude.

Except for Angel and one of the other males, all of them were dressed as guards, because that was their day job. They’d spent their lives being trained to keep up with whatever vampire master they ended up serving, so they could fight and do whatever their master might need.

“I need to talk business with Micah; excuse me for a minute.” I got up, planting a quick kiss on Jean-Claude’s lips.

“Police or zombie business?” Fortune asked.

I stopped and blinked at her. “Furry business,” I said.

Echo laughed. “Furry business, I like that.”

“Coalition business, you mean?” Fortune asked.

“Yeah, that’s what I mean.”

“We like how hands-on you are with the local wereanimals,” she said.

“Thanks, I’ll be right back.”

“I doubt that,” Echo said, “but if I had all that waiting for me I might take my time, too.”

I glanced back at the golden tigers and Micah, then back at her. “They aren’t all mine.”

“They could be,” she said.

“Yeah, but think about the emotional upkeep.”

She laughed again. “Well, if you leave out Thorn and Angel, it wouldn’t be that much upkeep.”

I couldn’t argue that, so I didn’t try, just smiled vaguely at her and went for Micah. The fact that he was surrounded by the golden tigers meant I’d have to talk to them, too, but I was willing to brave the tall, gold crowd of them to talk to my other third.

He smiled that smile that was only for me and Nathaniel, and then I was in his arms and we kissed as if we hadn’t seen each other just a couple of hours before.

“She never kisses me like that.”

I broke from the kiss to look up at Dev, who was a foot taller than us. He was grinning to take the sting out of his words, but part of him meant it. He’d thought he was God’s gift to women, and men, before he came to St. Louis, and then I hadn’t been overwhelmed with his charms, and the man who was the first love of his life wasn’t bowled over either. It had given Dev his first-ever blows to his ego. It can be hard when a big, handsome man gets blown out of the water seriously for the first time, but he didn’t hold a grudge; he was just puzzled by it.

“I thought you’d sworn off girls for Asher,” I said.

A shadow passed over his very handsome face, and the one look was enough; there was more trouble in paradise. Nathaniel had said that Kane, Asher’s other main guy, was jealous of Dev; maybe that was the shadow. I didn’t envy Dev giving his heart to Asher; the vampire gave a whole new definition to moody lover.

I glanced at Micah to see if he knew what was up, but he shrugged. He was clueless, too. I didn’t ask What now?, not in front of everyone, but was betting I’d hear about it in private later, either from Dev or Asher.

“He told me that if you wanted to put a ring on my finger, he wouldn’t stand in our way.”

I touched his hand, my other arm still around Micah. “I’m sorry, Dev.”

He squeezed my hand and said, “He has Kane, so Kane thinks I should have someone else, too.”

“So you won’t take so much of Asher’s time away from Kane,” I said.

“You are so much handsomer than that werehyena,” Angel said.

I knew she was defending her brother, but . . . “And comments like that are part of what make Kane insecure,” I said.

“But it’s true,” she said, motioning at her brother. “Kane isn’t horrible-looking, but he isn’t in the same league as Dev, or Asher for that matter. Honestly, I don’t know what Asher sees in him.”

And that was one of the reasons I didn’t like Angel; even when she was trying to be kind, she managed to be mean about someone else. She was as moody as Dev was easy to get along with, which was why he could date Asher, and she wouldn’t have put up with it. I wouldn’t have put up with everything that Dev had taken from Asher either, so who was I to complain, but . . . “Kane is handsome, he’s just more Marlboro Man than Brad Pitt.”

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“It means he’s ruggedly handsome.”




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