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  “I know teams went out tonight, looking for the sniper, or at least his location. Did they find anything?” she asked.

  “Not much. It’s too dark out there to see much, even for vampire sight. Steve Sipes is sending a team over at first light. I expect them to have more to report.”

  Cyn nodded. “I’ll go with them. I’ve seen the valley in daytime and have a pretty good idea of where the shooter was set up.”

  Jared sighed. “Juro told me I wouldn’t be able to keep you away from this. He also said you’re good at it, so, we might as well join forces.”

  Cyn shrugged. “Works for me.” She met his dark gaze directly. “I’ll play nice if you will.”

  He smiled, a flash of white teeth against dark skin. “We both want the same thing, Cyn.”

  “I want the head of this assassin on a stick, right alongside the guy who hired him. How about you?”

  Jared laughed then. “Juro also said you were bloodthirsty. Warned me not to be fooled by your looks.”

  “Juro’s a wise vampire. So, do we have a deal?”

  “Deal.”

  Cyn started to say more, but stopped when Raphael turned toward her and held out a hand.

  “Lubimaya.” He never moved from across the room, but his voice whispered in her ear as if he were standing right next to her. She smiled at the sensation. He could as easily have called her name out loud, but this was so much more intimate. She took the few stairs quickly and joined the two vampires, taking Raphael’s proffered hand and letting him pull her against his side.

  “My mate,” he said to Lucas. “Cynthia Leighton. And this is Lucas, my Cyn. We were discussing him earlier.”

  “Lucas,” she said, offering her hand.

  Lucas’s eyes widened appreciatively as his gaze traveled the full length of Cyn’s body and back up again. She would have been insulted, but she saw the twinkle in his eye and knew the gesture was aimed more at tweaking Raphael than at her. He took her hand and would have pulled her in for a hug, but Cyn remembered Jared’s warning and was ready for the move. She moved one foot back slightly and put all of her weight on it. Lucas, surprised by the sudden resistance, caught her hand, but little else. He could have pulled her into his arms anyway; he was a vampire, after all. But that would have crossed a line into force, and while Cyn understood he was playing a game—with Raphael the intended target—she also knew he wouldn’t push it too far. Raphael might have a special relationship with Lucas, but his forbearance was limited, especially when it came to his mate.

  So, Lucas only laughed and settled for taking Cyn’s hand in a caressing grip, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss.

  “Such beauty. The gossip doesn’t do you justice, Cynthia,” he purred, the lilt of his Irish roots understated, but definitely there. “But, then, I’ve heard you prefer to be called ‘Cyn.’”

  The way he said her name reminded her of Raphael when they’d first met. He pronounced it with exactly the same sensuous shading, as if they spoke of sin rather than simply saying her nickname. And the sin he had in mind wasn’t exactly missing church on Sunday, either.

  She met his smoldering gaze and laughed in amusement. Lucas frowned briefly, but gave her a good-natured grin. “I had to try,” he explained, suddenly all good cheer. “Gotta keep the old man on his toes.”

  “Practice your seduction elsewhere, Lucas.” Raphael spoke lightly, but there was a clear undercurrent of threat, and he tightened his hold on Cyn, moving her subtly away from the other vampire lord.

  Lucas bowed gracefully. “My apologies, Sire,” he said, his voice still edged with laughter. Then he straightened, and, as if a switch had been thrown, he was once again a deadly serious and powerful vampire lord. “We need to talk, my lord. I haven’t much time.”

  Raphael tipped his head in assent and turned to Cyn. “Lubimaya,” he began, but Cyn interrupted him.

  “Yeah, yeah, I know. Super-secret vampire business. That’s okay. I have business of my own.”

  “Cyn,” Raphael said, his forbidding tone making her name a warning.

  “Raphael,” she replied, matching his tone mockingly. “Don’t worry so much. I’m in the house, surrounded by security. I’m just going to make a few calls, do some research. Relax.”

  Cyn glanced over and noticed Lucas watching their interplay with avid attention, his expression positively gleeful. Cyn scowled at him and reached up to caress Raphael’s face, smoothing away the frown lines on his forehead, then cupping his cheek. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

  Raphael caught her hand and rubbed his thumb over the spot Lucas had kissed, as if to rub away the other vampire. But that apparently wasn’t enough, because he also brought her hand to his mouth and left his own lingering kiss in the exact same spot. “I won’t be long,” he murmured, then signaled Juro.

  All at once the vampires were moving, like a mini-tornado of security, sweeping up the stairs and into the depths of the big house, with Raphael and Lucas at the center of the storm. Cyn watched them go and shook her head. It was ridiculous to have that much security to walk down the corridor, especially inside the house. But vampires had an instinctive need to protect their master, and even though Lucas was a friend, he’d brought his own bodyguards with him, and they were decidedly outsiders. Which meant Raphael’s team had to respond in kind, and thus, the security overkill.

  Fortunately, the vamps didn’t feel that kind of loyalty to her. She made her way down the hall alone, going in the opposite direction the mob had gone. Her mind was on whom she could call, and more importantly, how she could get a few hours on her own tomorrow to do some investigating . . . when she ran flat into a mountain of flesh.

  “Cyn baby!” Robbie was grinning down at her, completely relaxed, hands on his hips.

  Cyn scowled up at him, wondering where he’d come from.

  “I hear we’re going on an adventure tomorrow,” Robbie said, giving her a knowing wink.

  “Where’d you hear that?” she asked grudgingly.

  “Steve Sipes, and he heard from Jared. You didn’t think you could keep that from Raphael, did you? He knows you better than that. Hell, we all do.”

  Cyn didn’t like being the topic of conversation in the barracks. Even though they didn’t actually have a barracks. But she especially didn’t like it that they were right. Damn them.

  “I’m just going to make a few phone calls,” she said grumpily, pushing past Robbie.

  “Great! I haven’t had my coffee yet.”

  “What makes you think you’re invited?”

  Robbie reached around and scooped her up like she weighed nothing, crushing her against him in a hug. He was the only one, other than Raphael, who showed her such easy affection. The only one who dared.

  “Because you love me, baby. Admit it.”

  Cyn grinned at last. “Fine. I’ll give you coffee.” She eyed the former Army Ranger speculatively. “And, come to think of it, you might be able to help me. I need to know about snipers.”

  “Yeah,” Robbie said glumly. “I kind of figured that.”

  * * * *

  Lucas strolled into the conference room ahead of Raphael, yanking his tie open before he’d gotten two feet inside the door.

  “I hate these things,” he said, stripping off the tie and shoving it into his pocket. “Don’t know how you manage to wear them all the time.”

  “It’s a matter of discipline,” Raphael responded, letting his tone say what his words didn’t. That Lucas was sorely lacking in that department.

  Lucas grinned unrepentantly as he dropped into one of the leather chairs. “I’m disciplined when it counts, my lord.”

  “A bit more discipline was perhaps called for this evening, Lucas. This visit was indiscreet. When he hears of it, Klemens will have no doubt left as to our association.”

  “With respect, my lord . . . fuck Klemens. The coward doesn’t even have the balls to take you on himself. He hires a damn human to do it, and from a distance at that.”

>   “Nonetheless, Klemens will now view us as a united front.”

  “Good. I hope he chokes on it. Let him think he drove us together with this murderous little stunt of his.”

  Raphael leaned back in his chair with a small smile. He didn’t approve of Lucas’s spontaneous visit tonight, but it hadn’t surprised him. Raphael had many vampire children. More than he could easily count, although he could recall each of their names when he needed to, and he never forgot a face. But of all his children, he was particularly fond of Lucas. He always had been. Some might argue it was a weakness, but he would have disagreed. His love for Lucas was no more a weakness than his love for Cyn, and he loved no one on earth as much as his Cyn.

  There was a vitality to Lucas, a joy in living, that made him shine just a bit more brightly than those around him. It was what had drawn Raphael to him all those years ago, when Lucas had been nothing more than a mercenary street thief who’d dared to pick the pocket of a master vampire. Raphael had seen something in that filthy young thug. He’d seen a future vampire lord.

  And he’d been correct. Lucas was a natural leader. Humans would call it charisma. Raphael called it confidence and courage. Once Lucas made a decision, he acted on it, not caring what others thought. Being forced to wait and do nothing while Klemens marauded along their shared border had stretched Lucas’s patience to the breaking point. And tonight’s assassination attempt had tipped him over that point and beyond. There would be no holding him back. Not after this.

  Lucas straightened from his slouch to lean earnestly across the table. “I heard Juro was injured, and he looked a little stiff out there. He’s okay?”

  “His left arm was shattered by the bullet,” Raphael confirmed. “It passed right through him and into the house. Fortunately, no one else was standing in its path, and it lodged in the stone fireplace.”

  “Fortunate on two fronts then. If the bullet is recovered, it can tell us a lot.”

  “So Cyn informed me,” Raphael agreed.

  Lucas’s entire face lit up. Raphael gave him a flat stare, but it didn’t stop him.

  “Ah, yes,” Lucas said speculatively. “The beautiful Cynthia. I assume she’ll be leading your investigation. Her skills are well known in this area. Of course, that means she and I will be working together quite closely in the coming days.”

  “Lucas.” Raphael said no more than his name, but it was enough. Lucas grinned, but he backed off, sinking deeper into his chair and lowering his head in a slight bow of acknowledgment that did nothing to quell the sparkle of mischief in his eye.

  “We are investigating,” Raphael said, getting back to the topic at hand. “My Cyn is making inquiries, and Juro has his people combing the hillsides, although I’m told we may have to wait for daybreak before that particular search will turn up anything useful.”

  Lucas looked up and met Raphael’s gaze directly. “We will share information, my lord. But the killer is mine.”

  “My people will dispute that,” Raphael replied evenly. “They are as eager as you for retribution. The attack was against me, on my territory and their watch.”

  “But the vampire who hired the killer belongs to me.”

  Raphael tilted his head curiously. “You don’t think it was Klemens?”

  “Klemens was behind it, I’ve no doubt on that score. But I know that bastard. He’d never hire a human killer personally. He’ll have sent word down the line. Someone lower on the food chain did his dirty work for him, found the human and hired him for the job. It won’t save his ass, though. I don’t care if he was just obeying orders. Whatever vampire hired the human will die for it, and so will Klemens.” Lucas leaned even closer and said intently, “Let me do this, Sire. Your people can have the human, but I want the vampire who hired him. He’s almost certainly hiding in my territory or Klemens’s.”

  Raphael nodded his agreement. After all, Lucas was at war right now because he honored what Raphael was trying to do. Some of his vampires would surely die before it was over, perhaps even Lucas himself. Although if Raphael had truly believed Lucas couldn’t defeat Klemens, he’d have been the first one to talk him out of fighting this war. Raphael had lost too many of his children lately. He didn’t need to add to that list.

  But if Lucas was assuming the risks, he deserved some of the honor as well. And it was important to Lucas that he be the one to destroy the vampire who’d gone after Raphael. That death, and the deaths that would surely accompany it, would send a message to Klemens—whether Lucas and Raphael had been allies before the assassination attempt or not, they were now. And Klemens would sleep a little less soundly for knowing that.

  At the same time, Raphael knew Cyn would be deeply unhappy at this arrangement. Her mate had been attacked, and she wanted blood. She might well have been a vampire for all her possessiveness when it came to him. Raphael was hers, and she had no forgiveness for anyone who tried to harm him. And he was vain enough that the idea pleased him.

  “Klemens and his vampire fixer are yours,” Raphael confirmed. “But the human assassin is mine.”

  “Done,” Lucas said instantly.

  “Yes,” Raphael drawled in amusement. “Now we’ve only to find who did it and prove Klemens was behind it.”

  “I don’t need proof against Klemens. He dies either way.”

  “True enough—” Raphael paused as his cell phone rang. The caller ID told him it was Juro calling, although he didn’t need the phone to tell him that. He hit the answer key. “Juro,” he said.

  “My lord,” Juro began. “We have recovered the bullet.”

  “Excellent. You’re down in Security?”

  “Yes, my lord.”

  “Lucas and I will be there shortly. Ask Cyn to join us, please.”

  Lucas looked up expectantly, pretending not to have heard every word of the conversation. Or he might actually have been polite enough to have tuned out the conversation. Most likely the former. This was Lucas, after all.

  “Come. Juro has some information for us.”

  * * * *

  “You call Murphy, yet?” It was the first question Robbie asked Cyn once they’d left the vampires behind and headed for the alcove of the bedroom suite’s main room, where she had her laptop set up on a small built-in desk.

  “First thing,” she assured him. “In fact—” She glanced at her watch. “—another half hour, and I’ll call him back.” She settled into the desk chair and rocked back, pulling the laptop onto her lap.

  “Tell me everything you know about snipers,” she told him and lifted her fingers, ready to type.

  Robbie gave her a bemused look.

  “What?” she demanded.

  “Cyn baby, I know an awful lot about snipers. Besides, I’m not sure what you’re dealing with here really is a sniper.”

  “Who else could it be? When we locate the shooter’s nest in the morning—and we will—I’ll bet it ends up at least 700 yards away.”

  “Sweetheart, with the guns we have now, a lot of people could make that shot. Besides, most of the snipers I knew would never have become contract killers. When their tour was up, they went home to their wives and kids. They didn’t start killing people for money.”

  “Rob,” Cyn said patiently. “I’m not casting blame on snipers everywhere. I only want the one guy who did this.”

  “Yeah, okay. I know you’re right. It’s just so many movies don’t get it right.”

  Cyn snorted. “Tell me about it. Look what they do to vampires.”

  Rob huffed a laugh. “Point taken. Okay. First, I heard we had a slug. Is that true?”

  “Yeah, it should be. Let me call Juro . . . oops, speak of the devil,” she said as her phone rang. “Hey,” she answered, then, after listening for a minute, “We’ll be right there.”

  Cyn disconnected, then closed her laptop and stood. “Juro’s got some data for us.” She rubbed her hands together gleefully. “Big confab downstairs in the secret room!”

  Robbie rolled his eyes. �
�The things that make you happy,” he said, shaking his head. “You are one weird chick.”

  “Yeah, but you love me. Come on, I’ll call Murphy later.”

  * * * *

  Raphael looked up a moment before Cyn appeared in the doorway of the SecurityCenter, pleased to see that Robbie filed in right behind her. He’d ordered the human bodyguard to stick by her side, knowing he was one of the few Cyn wouldn’t try to evade anymore. Raphael was seated on the far side of the big conference table which was wedged into a room crowded with equipment of various kinds. The computers and monitoring stations which made up a modern security system these days made up the bulk of it. Every inch of the house’s perimeter was under video surveillance twenty-four hours a day, and there were separate security measures at each of the three daytime sleeping vaults on the property. During the daylight hours, humans manned the security console, which was in a separate wing from all three of the sleep vaults. But tonight, and every night that Raphael was in residence, the security console was manned by his personal security team.

  Juro was set up at the far end of the long conference table, which was pushed into one corner. In the other corner was the armory, fenced off from the rest of the room, and with separate security measures of its own.

  Raphael pulled out the chair next to him as Cyn maneuvered around the table. She smiled and dropped a hand on his shoulder in a caress, leaning over for a kiss before sitting. Robbie took up the chair on the other side of her. Lucas had seated himself directly across from them, along with his lieutenant, Nicholas, who’d joined them for this briefing, with Raphael’s blessing. If Lucas was going after Klemens and his henchman, Nicholas needed to be informed as much as Lucas did.

  Along those same lines, Jared sat at the other end of the table next to where Juro now stood to begin the briefing.

  “Sire,” Juro said, bowing his head in Raphael’s direction. “My lord,” he added, with a dubious glance at Lucas who only grinned. The antagonism between Juro and Lucas was as old as it was mutually respectful.

  “We recovered the bullet from the fireplace,” Juro went on, “or more accurately, from the wall above the fireplace, which fortunately was constructed of stone and thus trapped the bullet quite effectively. We believe this was the second of the two shots fired by the assassin. We’re still searching for the other, although, as near as we can tell now, it appears to have been deflected into the desert. As it turns out, however, the bullet we did recover tells us everything we could hope to glean from it. It’s doubtful the first bullet could give us anything more than what we have.”