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blades and put strain all the way down to my wrists. Even raising my head the little bit I needed to see my ankles was painful. My ankles were tied together to the foot of an unfamiliar bed. I rolled my head back and saw the rope that tied my wrists to the head of the bed. The rope was black and soft, and if I had to guess, I’d say it was woven silk. It looked like something Jean-Claude might have lying around in a closet somewhere. I considered it for only a split second, then reality stepped into the room, and my heart stopped for just a second.

Gabriel came to the foot of the bed. He was wearing black leather pants so tight they looked poured on, and high black boots that rode his thighs all the way up, with straps at the top to hold the soft leather in place. He was naked from the waist up, a silver ring through his left nipple and another through the edge of his belly button. More silver marched up his ears to the curve, glittering as he walked around the bed. His long, thick black hair fell across his face, framing his pale, storm grey eyes. He walked around behind the headboard, out of sight, then slowly back into frame.

My heart had started beating again. It was beating so hard I was going to choke on it. They’d taken the Browning and Firestar, holsters and all. The wrist sheaths were gone. I tensed my back and could still feel the back sheath. When I put my head back, I didn’t feel the knife’s handle. I guess I was grateful they hadn’t stripped me to get the sheath. The way Gabriel was circling the bed, I was betting we’d get to that.

I tried to talk, couldn’t, swallowed, and tried again. “What’s going on?” My voice sounded amazingly calm. Even to me.

A woman’s laugh, high and rich, filled the room. But of course, it wasn’t a room. We were at the farm where they made dirty movies. The room I was tied in had only three walls. The lights hung above me were dead, not on yet.

Raina stalked into sight on high, spiked heels the color of blood. She was wearing what looked like a red leather teddy that left most of her long legs and hips bare. “Hello, Anita, you’re looking well.”

I took a deep breath in through my nose and let it out slowly. My heart slowed a bit. Good. “You should talk to Richard before you do anything drastic. The position of lupa just opened up today.”

She cocked her head to one side, puzzled. “What are you talking about?”

“She slept with Jean-Claude.” Cassandra came to stand on the edge of the fake room, back to the wall. She looked like she’d always looked. If she felt uncomfortable having betrayed me to Raina, it didn’t show. I hated her a lot for that.

“Aren’t you going to sleep with both of them?” Raina asked.

“Hadn’t planned on it,” I said. Every time I opened my mouth and nobody touched me, I got a little calmer. If Raina had done this to get me out of the way, then she didn’t need to go any further. If it was revenge for Marcus, I was in deep shit.

Raina sat down on the end of the bed near my feet. I tensed when she did it; I couldn’t help myself. She noticed and laughed. “Oh, you are going to be a lot of fun.”

“You can be alpha female. I don’t want the job,” I said.

Raina sighed, running her hand along my leg, massaging the muscle in my upper thigh, almost absently like you’d pet a dog. “Richard doesn’t want me, Anita. He thinks I’m corrupt. He wants you.” She squeezed my thigh until I thought she was going to grow claws and tear out the muscle. She forced a small sound out of my throat before she stopped.

“What do you want?”

“Your pain.” She smiled when she said it.

I turned my head to Cassandra. There had to be someone sane in this room. “Why are you helping them?”

“I am Sabin’s wolf.”

My eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”

Raina crawled up on the bed, lying beside me, insinuating her body against mine, one finger tracing over my stomach. It was an idle gesture, as if she wasn’t really concentrating. I didn’t want to be here when she started concentrating.

“Cassandra was a plant from the very beginning, weren’t you dear?”

Cassandra nodded, coming to stand beside