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“A customer got too rough.”

“At the club?”

“No. Anita, please, there’s no time. Come down and make sure he doesn’t go home with Zane.”

“Who the hell is Zane?”

“Another of Gabriel’s people. He’s been pimping them out since Gabriel died. But he’s not protecting them like Gabriel did. He isn’t alpha.”

“Pimping them out? What are you talking about?”

Stephen’s voice rose high and far too cheerful. “Hello, Zane. Have you seen Nathaniel yet?”

I couldn’t really hear the answer, just the buzz of all the people in the waiting room. “I don’t think they want him to go just yet. He’s hurt,” Stephen said.

Zane must have stepped very close to the phone, very close to Stephen. A low, growling voice came through the wire. “He’ll go home when I say he goes home.”

Stephen’s voice held an edge of panic. “I don’t think the doctors will like that.”

“I don’t give a shit. Who are you talking to?”

For his voice to be that clear he had to have Stephen pinned against the wall. Threatening him, without saying anything specific.

The growling voice was suddenly very clear. He’d taken the phone from Stephen. “Who is this?”

“Anita Blake, and you must be Zane.”

He laughed, and it sounded too low, as if his throat were sore. “The wolves’ human lupa. Oh, I’m so scared.”

Lupa was the word the werewolves used for their leader’s mate. I was the first human so honored. I wasn’t even dating their Ulfric anymore. We’d broken up after I saw him eat somebody. Hey, a girl’s got to have some standards.

“Gabriel wasn’t scared of me either. Look where it got him,” I said.

Zane was quiet for a handful of heartbeats. He breathed over the phone like a dog panted, heavy, but not like he was doing it on purpose, more like he couldn’t help it. “Nathaniel is mine. Keep off of him.”

“Stephen isn’t one of yours,” I said.

“Does he belong to you?” I could hear cloth moving. A sense of movement on the other end of the phone that I didn’t like. “He is sooo pretty. Have you tasted these soft lips? Has this long yellow hair swept over your pillow?”

I knew without seeing it that he was touching Stephen, caressing him to match the words. “Don’t touch him, Zane.”

“Too late.”

I gripped the phone tight and forced my voice calm, even. “Stephen’s under my protection, Zane. Do you understand me?”

“What would you do to keep your pet wolf safe, Anita?”

“You don’t want to push that button, Zane. You really don’t.”

He lowered his voice to an almost painful whisper. “Would you kill me to keep him safe?”

I usually have to meet someone at least once before threatening to kill them, but I was about to make an exception. “Yeah.”

He laughed, low and nervous. “I see why Gabriel liked you. So tough, so sure of yourself. Sooo dangerous.”

“You sound like a bad imitation of Gabriel.”

He made a sound that was somewhere between a hiss and a bah. “Stephen shouldn’t have interfered.”

“Nathaniel’s his friend.”

“I am all the friend he needs.”

“I don’t think so.”

“I am taking Nathaniel with me, Anita. If Stephen tries to stop me, I’ll hurt him.”

“You hurt Stephen, I hurt you.”

“So be it.” He hung up.

Shit. I ran for my Jeep. I was thirty minutes away, twenty if I pushed it a lot. Twenty minutes. Stephen wasn’t dominant. He was a victim. But he was also loyal. If he thought Nathaniel shouldn’t go with Zane, he’d try and keep him. He wouldn’t fight for him, but he might throw his body in front of the car. I had no doubts at all that Zane would drive right over him. Best case scenario. Worst case scenario was Zane would take both Stephen and Nathaniel. If Zane acted as much like Gabriel as he talked, I’d rather have taken my chances with the car.

4

MY SECOND EMERGENCY room in less than two hours. It was a red-letter day even for me. Good news was that none of the injuries were mine. Bad news was that that might change. Alpha or not, Zane was a shapeshifter. They were able to bench-press medium-size elephants. I was not going to arm-wrestle him. Not only would I lose, but he’d probably