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They’d had some recent success there, the latest being the disruption of a gathering outside Montreal, where Dragos and a number of his associates had convened this past summer. The Order had not yet been able to discover the purpose of the gathering, but the unexpected arrival of several warriors to the place where the group had been meeting had forced Dragos and his coconspirators to scatter.

The disruption of that gathering had also netted the Order a very unexpected ally—two, if the Gen One assassin who’d been bred and raised to serve Dragos and had since come on board with the Order could be trusted. Lucan still wasn’t entirely sold on the vampire called Hunter. The male was as cold as a machine, secretive and aloof. Not that his unusual upbringing, denied any comforts and raised in total seclusion from another living soul except for the Minion assigned at birth as his handler, could hardly be expected to produce an easygoing team player. Hunter had given no outward cause to mistrust him, but he still seemed to Lucan a lone wolf of dubious origin, and one whose loyalty had not yet been tested.

But the other new ally to come out of the developments in Montreal was an unquestionable boon to the Order. Her name was Renata, and she had come to the Order as the Breedmate of Nikolai. As Lucan and Gabrielle walked past the weapons room on their way to the tech lab at the other end of the compound’s labyrinth of corridors, he saw Niko and Renata inside, competing to obliterate twin targets at the end of the range. Leave it to a gearhead like Niko to pair up with a female who knew her way around automatic weaponry. But the couple’s shared interests went much deeper than metal and explosives; they were also guardians to an orphaned young Breedmate named Mira, whom they’d rescued from a dangerous situation in Montreal and taken under their wing as their own child.

With Niko and Renata at the range was Tegan, one of the longest-standing members of the Order, and the warrior’s Breedmate, Elise. When Tegan saw Lucan and Gabrielle walking past, he said something close to Elise’s ear, kissed her, then came outside to the corridor.

He gave Gabrielle a nod of greeting, but when his
gem-green gaze lit back on Lucan, he was all grim business. “You talk to Gideon yet tonight?”

Lucan shook his head. “We were just on our way to the tech lab now to see him. Why do I get the feeling this is not going to be a good night?”

“Bad news out of Germany” Tegan said, raking a hand through his tawny hair. “No doubt you recall the explosion that took out Andreas Reichen’s Darkhaven?”

“Yeah.” Lucan recalled, all right. The Order lost one of its best civilian allies—a true friend—the night that Reichen and his family were killed in the freak blast that leveled his estate. The loss had hit the warriors pretty hard, and not just for the fact that Reichen had been an instrumental partner in the Order’s current efforts to take out Dragos. He was a good man, an honorable male who should have lived to see the peace that his efforts with the Order were helping to ensure.

Tegan’s tone was as grave as his expression. “Gideon got a report out of Hamburg today. Seems another Darkhaven over there went up in flames last night. Complete annihilation.”

“Good lord,” Gabrielle whispered, clutching Lucan’s hand a bit tighter. “Were there any survivors?”

“Just one,” Tegan said. “An Enforcement Agent doing security detail there who managed to escape and report the attack. He died a few hours later.”

“You said ‘attack’?” Lucan frowned, not liking the sound of that at all. “What exactly do we know about this?”

“Not much right now. Gideon’s still gathering intel, but the Agency is keeping a lot of it close to their chest. The Darkhaven that went down last night belonged to one of their directors. Second-generation civilian named Wilhelm
Roth. Apparently, the director and his Breedmate were both out of town at the time, lucky for them.”

Lucan didn’t know Roth, but then he and the rest of the Order weren’t exactly on friendly terms with most of the Enforcement Agency, either here in the States or abroad. The Order tended to think the Agency was a lot of pompous blowhards more interested in their own personal gain than public safety, and the Agency tended to think the Order was a gang of dangerous vigilantes with no regard for the law.

Partly true, Lucan had to acknowledge. Neither he nor any of his brethren had any use for the kind of circle-jerk politics and head-in-the-sand policies that were the Agency’s notion of the law. As a result, they generally disregarded them in favor of actually taking action and getting shit done. If that didn’t sit well with folks like Wilhelm Roth and the rest of the Enforcement Agency, they were more than welcome to kiss the Order’s ass and step out of the way.

“Let’s see what Gideon’s got,” Lucan said, already heading with Gabrielle toward the tech lab down the corridor.

Tegan fell in at an easy gait beside them, and Lucan couldn’t help thinking back to a time not that long ago when he and his fellow warrior—both of them Gen Ones with many centuries of life between them—had spent more time at each other’s throats than walking side by side as equals. Now, as the two of them strode into the tech lab with Gabrielle, the other warriors gathered in what served as the Order’s conference room all looked up from what they were doing, as if the air had somehow gotten thicker with the arrival of the two eldest, most powerful members of the group.

The three most recent additions to the Order’s ranks—Kade, Brock, and Chase—were dressed in basic black patrol
gear, from their lug-soled Docs and dark denim, to their black shirts, leather jackets, and arsenal of semiautomatics and blades that rode at their hips. The trio of unmated males had taken on a lot of the grunt assignments, a night of hunting trouble on Boston’s back alleys topped off by hunting of a different sort at some of the city’s after-hours clubs.

As for the other, mated warriors, they did their share of heavy lifting for the Order, as well, but looking at them now—Rio seated beside his Breedmate, Dylan, and Dante, unable to keep from stroking the six-month swell of his Breedmate Tess’s pregnant belly while he casually shot the shit with Chase and the others—it was clear that things were changing here at the compound.
Evolving
, Lucan thought, as Gabrielle let go of his hand to walk over and sit on the floor beside little Mira and Savannah, who was mated to the resident genius, Gideon. Lucan’s heart went a bit tight as he watched his Breedmate smile and fall into an easy chatter with the child and Savannah, who’d been passing a squeaky rubber ball between them, playing a game of keep-away with an ugly little terrier mutt that belonged to Dante and Tess.

The whole scene was unnerving as hell.

Somehow, in the past year and a half, the compound had begun to feel less like a military stronghold and more like a home. That gave Lucan more than a little concern. Homes could be made vulnerable, especially in times of war. He thought about the two Darkhavens in Germany that had been standing strong one day and were rubble the next. It was hard to shake the coldness that settled in his gut when he considered how easily lives—and loved ones—could cease to exist.

“I can see by the look on your face that Tegan brought you up to speed on some of the news out of Hamburg,”
Gideon said, spinning away from his fleet of computer workstations and regarding Lucan soberly over the rims of his pale blue glasses. “Do you want to hear the really fucked up part of all this?”

“Why not,” Lucan drawled.

“I’ve been doing a little remote digging in the Agency records in Germany. Turns out they’re having some problems keeping their guys alive over there.” At Lucan’s questioning look, Gideon went on. “Over the past several weeks, nine Enforcement Agents between the Berlin and Hamburg offices have been murdered.”

Tegan joined the conversation now, coming over to look at the data on Gideon’s monitors. “You talking assassinations?”

Lucan had been thinking the same thing, instantly wondering if the others like Hunter, trained Gen One killers who’d recently been ordered by Dragos to track down and assassinate the eldest members of the vampire race, had somehow now turned their sights on individuals within the Enforcement Agency.

“It’s not like any of the stuff we’ve been seeing among the civilian populations,” Gideon said. “Those killings are careful—shit, they’re practically works of art they’re so efficient.” He swung back around and typed something that brought up a morgue image of a bruised, bloodied Breed male who was missing part of his skull. “These Agency killings are brutal, very personal. One entire field unit was taken out man by man, and there’ve been some high-ranking agents—I’m talking director-level folks—who’ve been cut down, as well. Someone over there is trying to make a very loud statement. If you ask me, it reeks of payback.”

CHAPTER
Seven

A
ndreas hadn’t come out of the library all day.

Claire sat in the foyer outside the closed doors, having quietly taken up her post on a small upholstered bench a few minutes after he’d driven her from the room with his bellowed demand that she go. Her back ached from the uncomfortable seating and she was exhausted, having not dared to sleep for more than a few minutes at a time.

She didn’t know what he was doing in there. She didn’t even know if he was all right. There had been no answer when she knocked on the doors a couple of hours ago to check on him. Now she sat on the little bench with her feet drawn up on the cushion and her arms locked around her
knees, staring at the silent room as if a wild, rabid animal waited inside.

It was nearly sundown. It wouldn’t be long before the Enforcement Agency detail that Wilhelm was going to arrange for showed up to remove Andreas.

Claire knew she’d done the right thing in going to Wilhelm for help. She’d done the only thing she could, not only for her own imminent safety and that of her mate, but also for Andreas. The stark fear she’d felt for him last night had since muted into a wary kind of sympathy. He was so broken now. So raw with fury.

She only hoped he would have the sense to go quietly with the Enforcement Agents when they arrived. If he put up a struggle… well, she couldn’t even let her mind go there.

The latch on the library doors gave a soft
click
. Claire looked up, let her legs unfold and her feet settle on the foyer floor as Andreas came out of the room. He seemed much improved physically and even though he sent a dark glower in her direction, he appeared calmer, more rested than when she’d left him in there. Maybe there was hope that he could be reasoned with after all.

“You’re still here,” he remarked, plainly displeased. “I’d have thought you’d be hours away by now.”

“No,” Claire murmured.

Andreas scoffed. “Roth must know of a number of Agency safe houses in the area where he could have sent you. I’m surprised you didn’t bolt for one of them the first chance you got.”

Claire didn’t tell him that Wilhelm had ordered her to stay at the country house. It had bothered her then, but now, being forced to hold Andreas’s piercing gaze, she felt more than an inkling of shame to think that her mate
would willingly keep her in harm’s way. Of course, she had never presented herself as a hapless, helpless female, and Wilhelm wouldn’t have expected her to remain in Andreas’s company unless he trusted she could handle the situation.

That rationalization felt a bit hollow when she recalled the caustic way he’d told her to do whatever she must to detain Andreas for the long hours until the agents were able to get there.
You know him better than most. I’m sure you’ll think of something
.

“It must be near dusk.” Andreas’s deep voice ran up her skin like a charge. “How long do you suppose it will take Roth to get here?”

Claire blinked, then shook her head. “I don’t know what you mean.”

His answering smile was cold, unconvinced. “Are you really going to sit there and pretend that you didn’t seek him out for help and to warn him about me?” When she would have attempted to deny it, his mouth went a little tighter. “Just so you know, Claire, I hope you did go to him. I hope you told him to come as fast as he could, because I’m damned well ready to end this.”

Her blood chilled. “Are you really so eager to die, Andre?”

He scoffed. “I’m not the one you need to worry about.”

Amber sparks lit up his irises, and she could see the points of his sharp white fangs as he spoke, potent reminders that although his anger seemed to have banked, it wouldn’t take much for it to ignite again. It might be safer to try to lie to him, but she felt she owed him some honesty regardless of the risks. “All right. I did go to Wilhelm. I dreamwalked to him while you were in the cellar, just as
you guessed. But your misguided need for vengeance will have to wait because he’s not coming.”

“You told him I was here?”

“Yes.” Claire stood up as Andreas took a step closer to her on the bench. “He’s my mate. I had to warn him.”

“You told him about the fires? About his Darkhaven in Hamburg?” At her nod, his eyes narrowed on her. He inched nearer, crowding her between his big body and the upholstered bench pressed tightly against the back of her legs. “Does he know that you are left alone with me, at my mercy?”