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I make it ten yards before I hear the scuff of boots behind me. The first guy is on me fast, bigger than I expected, his right fist crossing my jaw.

“Are those fucking brass knuckles? What the hell, man? Little bitch,” I say. He rushes me, but my gun puts a hole in his belly.

I shove him off, annoyed he’s still breathing.

One comes behind me, and I drive my elbow straight into his throat. He chokes and staggers, but two more shadows peel off the wall to my left. A third comes from the right and tackles me grabbing at my knees. We both fall on the concrete.

Fuck. Four of them.

“Stay down.”

“Fuck you.” I hardly get the words out before the butt of the gun hits my temple and everything goes dark.

CHAPTER 27

Valeria

The service road cuts through the pines that loom over the sides of the road. Fog slithers low to the ground, turning the headlights of Thomas Frost’s black SUV into hazy halos. I wait back in the tree line, bo staff balanced across my shoulders. The familiar weight always calms me.

Riley called, and I lost my enforcers while on Frost’s tail. Incompetent fools.

It’s just as well. Frost was going to die along with the rest of them eventually. They all will. I only planned to let him keep breathing long enough to sign away a few pieces of power first.

Now that I’ve been officially claimed by the Eligere via my ancient bloodline, they have me set for an unbound ceremony. Next thing I know, they will break out the breeding bench and set me up. That was sarcasm. Saint would be so proud.

I’ve played the dutiful house member long enough.

At first, I thought I could be a good Eligere member long enough to dismantle them piece by piece. Then I found out what the Frost house is doing. It’s sickening, and I need to stop it now.

A door opens, and Julian Jameson steps out from a car. He’s calm for a man selling his soul.

Frost steps into the moonlight, smoothing his jacket like this is a board meeting instead of a blood pact.

From the car behind him, Samuel Loft, leader of the Loft House, follows.

“Unbound for the next two seasons, Jameson,” Frost says. “You provide medical services on demand. No questions. In return, your girl and her pet agent walk. Vine gets exposed. Someone will be en route to kill Fuller within minutes. Simple.”

Julian’s jaw tightens. “One season. I agree to work under contract, but you double my current rate. And Lee Leighlan and Elliot Ryker receive permanent protection.”

Loft gives a thin smile. “You’re not in a position to negotiate, Doctor.”

“Of course I am,” Julian says. “I’m something you want.”

Interesting.

Frost’s smile fades by a fraction.

“Careful.”

Julian doesn’t blink at his warning.

“One season.”

“You will be handsomely paid once the Lopez bloodline produces an heir while you’re under contract,” Loft says smoothly.

“We expect first rights. The bloodline is ours.”

My stomach turns.