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Two hang-ups, his younger brother Daniel, sorry Richard had canceled their rock climbing tomorrow.

I leaned towards Richard. His lips were the softest I’d ever kissed. The taste of him was intoxicating. How could I be thinking of giving him up?

The last message began playing: “Richard, this is Stephen. Oh, God, pick up. Please pick up. Please be there.”

We froze, listening.

“They’re trying to get me to do one of those movies. Raina won’t let me leave. Richard, where are you? They’re coming. I’ve got to go. Oh, God, Richard.” The phone clicked dead. A mechanical voice said, “End of messages.”

Richard stood up, and I let him. “I thought Raina had stopped making pornographic movies,” I said.

“She promised not to make snuff films, that was all.” He replayed the message. The time on it was 12:03.

“That’s less than an hour ago,” I said.

“I can’t leave you alone here tonight. What if another killer comes?” He paced in a tight circle. “But I can’t abandon Stephen.”

“I’ll go with you,” I said.

He shook his head, walking for the bedroom. “I can survive the games that the pack plays, Anita. You’re human, they’ll tear you up.”

“They’ll tear you up, too, Richard.”

He just kept walking. “I can handle myself.”

“Are you at least going to call some of the pack that’s on your side? Get some backup?”

He sat down on his bed, pulling on socks. He glanced up at me, then shook his head. “If I take my army, this’ll turn into a war. People will get killed.”

“But if you go in alone, you only endanger yourself, is that it?”

He glanced up at me. “Exactly.”

I shook my head. “And what happens to Stephen if you go out there and get killed? Who rescues him?”

That stopped him for a second. He frowned, fishing his shoes out from under the bed. “They won’t kill me.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because if Marcus kills me outside the challenge circle, he doesn’t retain leadership of the pack. It’s like cheating. The pack would turn on him.”

“What if you accidentally died in a fight with someone else?”

He was suddenly very interested in tying his shoes. “I can handle myself.”

“Meaning if someone else kills you in a legitimate fight, Marcus is off the hook, right?”

He stood up. “I guess.”

“Raina is Marcus’s mate, Richard. She’s afraid you’re going to kill him. This is a trap.”

He shook his head stubbornly. “If I call in the wolves on my side and we go over there in a mass, they’ll be slaughtered. If I go over there alone, I may be able to talk my way through it.”

I leaned against the doorjamb and wanted to yell at him, but bit it back. “I’m going with you, Richard.”

“You have enough problems of your own.”

“Stephen risked his life to save mine once. I owe him. If you want to play politician, fine, but I want Stephen safe.”

“Going out where the assassin can find you isn’t a smart idea, Anita.”

“We’ve been dating for months, Richard. If a professional assassin hits town, it won’t take him long to find me here.”

He glared at me, jaw tight enough that I could see the small muscle on the side. “You’ll kill someone if I take you.”

“Only if they need killing.”

He shook his head. “No killing.”

“Even to save my own life? Even to save Stephen’s?”

He looked away from me, then back, anger turning his dark eyes almost black. “Of course you can defend yourself.”

“Then I’m coming.”

“All right, for Stephen’s sake.” He didn’t like saying it.

“I’ll get my jacket.” I got the mini-Uzi out of the suitcase. It was amazingly small. I could have shot it with one hand, but for accuracy, I needed two. Though accuracy and machine guns were sort of mutually exclusive. You pointed it a little lower than you meant to hit and held on. Silver ammo, of course. I slid the strap over my right shoulder. It had a little clip that attached to my belt at the small of my back. The clip kept the Uzi from sliding all over the place, but left enough play for me to slide the gun out and fire it. The gun rode at the small of my back, which was irritating, but no matter what I told Richard,