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“Recently? Like how recently?” I demanded quietly.

“Yeah. I can never get a good read on Dominic. His mind sounds like…”

She stopped mid-step, wide golden eyes on my mate as she finished her sentence in disbelief. “Static, white noise from a television.”

“Holy shit,” I muttered, rubbing my hand over my cheek.

“What is it? What am I missing?”

“Blaire,” Trouble whispered, a little panic crawling through our bond.

“Kade’s mind was like that, and so were the shifters who came to the house asking questions. They sounded just like the shifters from yesterday. I’d been trying to remember where I heard it from, but—”

“But you just remembered,” Jack spoke softly, no blame in his voice as he squeezed Sloane’s shoulder. “And Dom is in charge of the vampires in your absence.”

She sighed, scrubbing at her face in frustration. “Fuck. I know.”

“Trouble, it’s okay. We’ll call Simon. He’s still in Baton Rouge, right?”

“He is,” Blaire told me. “He won’t have an issue keeping an eye on Dom for a few more days. I'll take care of him when I get back. You guys have enough on your plate.”

8

Sloane

Thursday, June 4th

Early Afternoon

My guys were heated as they griped to each other. What I kept glimpsing from their shouted thoughts was that they knew who had filed the report against Novak.

They knew without seeing the report.

Novak’s sister had immediately recognized who it was, saying she’d been a big issue for the guys while Briggs had dated her. Blaire and I knew because the fucking moron had put her name on the police report.

We all needed to sit down and talk about this.

Well, I needed to know how they felt about me killing her. I was going to either way, but I wanted to make sure that they were on board.

Their conversation was leaning in the direction of death, so I was going to assume that was why they were so pissy.

They had apparently wanted to kill her a few months ago.

Shame they missed that opportunity.

The pack’s training facility was a standard gym. There were mats in the middle of the warehouse-style building, a wall of mirrors with weights stacked neatly, and treadmills along the other side. Useless machines littered the rest of the room.

I really hated the gym.

We could be outside, testing our powers and learning from each other.

It felt more useful to get actual practice in, and I was curious to see if we could blend some of our powers together. The guys seemed more intent on rolling around and wearing themselves out.

I didn’t need to strength train, and I didn’t think they did either. I realized that they were just using this to blow off some of that resentment they were collecting.

If they wanted to roll around and wear themselves out, I could’ve helped with that.

In a bedroom or a kitchen or a hallway.