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And then he had spotted Dante crouched over the desecrated corpse of a girl and everything fell
together. Every murder. Every question. DanteтАж

The slayer had something in his hand--a glimmer of stainless steel--and then that thing wasin AlekтАЩs
sword arm and a rush of fire encompassed his shoulder and arm and nearly made him lose his grip on the
sword. The plates on his coat, Alek thought and tottered out of the way of DanteтАЩs next attack. The
shurikens embedded themselves in the wall behind Alek as he dodged them. Unfortunately, he was
clumsy in avoiding them and crashed shoulder-first into a wall, sending the shuriken embedded in his
shoulder that much further in. A spike of agony turned his vision red around the edges but Alek forced it
back and turned, instinctively using a wing of his leather greatcoat to deflect two more shurikens.

Dante giggled like an insane little boy.

Alek tore the shuriken from his shoulder and threw it aside. Almost at once, another got him in the side
under his open coat, nearly doubling him over with the searing, eye-watering pain. And then he did
indeed double over, and ignoring the screaming agony in his ribs, rolled to the floor, swinging his sword.
It grazed DanteтАЩs ankles and tripped him up.
But there--it was enough. Dante, lost in his concentration on the target, was never aware of what Alek
was doing until it was too late. He went down, twisting onto his stomach to protect his throat from AlekтАЩs
blade.

Alek grabbed the ankle of his boot.

тАЬBloody hell!тАЭ Dante kicked him in the face. Alek took the impact and twisted DenteтАЩs ankle until it
crackled and Dante grunted and flipped back over from the impact on his leg.

тАЬBloody, yes,тАЭ Alek growled and towed the slayer toward him and his blade. тАЬHell, yesтАжтАЭ

Dante reached for another plate on his coat while simultaneously trying to kick out with his good leg.

Alek applied pressure on DanteтАЩs broken foot and Dante screamed.

4

Brett Edelman paid Erebus at the back of the club, in the nook that looked more like an accountantтАЩs
office than the rear side of a fetish club. Then again, what did he expect? This was a business Jean Paul
ran. In fact, Erebus was an accountant--or had been, among other things. WouldnтАЩt know it to look at
the seven-foot vampire weighing in at more than three hundred feral pounds. Right now, Erebus wore a
dark suit jacket over the concert T-shirt he usually wore when he was on the door. He also wore glasses.
Who would have thought that, either?

Erebus gave him back change for the wad of hundred dollar bills Brett paid him with. Jean Paul ran a
high-end circus, but because Brett was a regular he was privy to certain benefits and discounts. Hell,
maybe one day Jean Paul would offer a Club Bauhaus credit card. Well, maybe not. After all, this was a
private expense that never showed up on any records, which was why Brett always paid in cash and
made a point of never taking a receipt of any kind. NadineтАЩs kisses were his receipt. That and the tapes
he always had made. Speaking of whichтАж

тАЬI need to pick up my camera,тАЭ Brett said as he slipped his wallet back into his pants pockets, which
was a feat in and of itself. He always arrived with a hard-on and left with one too. It was as if he couldnтАЩt