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PLEASURE. PAIN. TO me they have no difference. One transcends the other. Torture was not the way for Father to reshape my cravings. He only managed to reinforce my needs. He bled me dry, that reminded me of the man in tan. I told them about him. His timber, his resolve and the words Hunter’s Association apparently fell from my lips more than once. I heard Jarod and Dodge; they thought I was hopped up on that Werewolf venom. What they didn’t know was not nearly enough. Not anymore, at least. It’s not strong enough.
“If he knew about what was going on at Grigori now he’d freak.”
My ears perked up as they spoke in hushed tones.
“His woman went to see about it. The Boss let her.”
My blood stirred. I had to get the fuck out of here. I knew things they didn’t. I didn’t wanna hurt them, but this time when they tried to move me, well, they were in for a head smashing good time. They went quiet as they came to me and I braced myself by slumping forward as they flanked me, one to either side to undo my shackles. I fell forward, making Dodge unexpectedly take my full weight. He fell with all three hundred pounds of me on top of him. I immediately slugged him. Jarod tried to grab me, but I had Dodge’s head in my massive hands.
“Touch me again and I snap his neck,” I snarled. He backed off. I knew their relationship even if no one else did. I could see it in the way they worked together, how they moved and spoke. I knew lovers when I saw them.
“That’s a good boy, now shackle your hand there.” I pulled Dodge up easily. “Sorry for this, but I gotta go and I can’t be off my game.” I cuffed Dodge too, then as they struggled, drained them both until they were docile little kittens. Quiet and sleepy.
I was on a mission, I had a man to see, and his name was Greisen Calder.
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GETTING THROUGH THE house was easier than I thought, in truth, I think I was allowed to go. I knew my father; the house was rigged with cameras. There was no way my naked ass wasn’t seen ripping through the house for clothes and then stealing my own truck because my keys were missing. I used the built in phone system and dialed Ryane. It rang twice before she picked up.
“Baby?” I could barely hear her, it sounded like a war zone.
“Ryane? Where the fuck are you?”
“Grigori, how did you get out?”
“Heard you needed me. What’s going on? I’m on my way!”
“You’ll never make it... hold on.”
I listened as she mumbled on the other side.
“Stay put and don’t panic when you see the flames.”
She hung up, and I pulled over, getting out of the truck. I paced. Stay put she said, she must be sending Sig. It was the only thing I could reason. It would make sense; he could be here in mere minutes, where it would take me hours. I wished I had taken more blood. I still felt the venom in me, but the Half-blood in those two woke up the demon in me well enough. I looked around, catching a whiff of a sweet herb I knew. I laughed, Angelica, just a weed, but brings out the feral demon in us. I grabbed a handful of it and stuffed it into my pants pockets. It would come in handy should I need to fight. My memory of Greisen was his persnickety little voice and then him brandishing fucking wings! I’d need an edge to fight him, as he was more than I’d given him credit for obviously.
I heard a screeching in the air around me, not unlike a huge hawk. Looking up I saw it, not a bird, but not a Dragon. What the fuck is that thing? As it landed, it became a distinguished looking man of about six three, with age streaked blonde hair and deep blue green eyes. He smiled at me as he put out his hand. “Hans Rembrandt. You are Lord Keegan Teague?” He half bowed as he took my hand. “You are most needed, Sir. Come on now there is little time to lose.”
“Woah, what’s happened, and Rembrandt? Like Sig?”
“I’m his father. I can explain when things are not in peril. Please, unless you want your fiancé to end up in a most dire situation.”
I nodded as he transformed into whatever he was, I climbed on to him and he took to the air.