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drift.”
    Irritated by the comment, he struggled to reign in his lust and bring coherent thought back into his brain, but as the three eased further into the apartment, the closer they came, the harder it was. The beast inside was fighting him tooth and nail, and it was nigh impossible to make any headspace when his mind was full of aggression.
    “Back off,” he hissed, pressing the length of his body even closer to the female. He shuddered as his erection ground into her soft belly and had a strong urge to strip her naked and fuck her up against the wall, no matter who was watching.
    “Buddy, you’d better back the fuck off, you hear me?” The stranger—Jacob, if his fried brain remembered correctly—took another step closer. “If you hurt her, I will personally kick your ass.”
    Greyvian growled and huddled his body around the female protectively. Who was this male who thought he had any hope of keeping him from what was his?
    “Good job, Jacob. Way to listen,” Knox said dryly, sighing.
    Greyvian’s eyes finally focused enough on the stranger to realise that he could have been looking into a mirror on one of those days when he’d gone too long without feeding and the beast within had taken over and done a number on a victim—the blood on Jacob’s shirt perfectly adding to that picture. On any other occasion, he might have looked at the male with little emotion, but he wasn’t feeling himself just now, and the bottom dropped out of his stomach. Any lust he had been feeling prior to that moment withered and died in light of the shock, and his field of vision returned to normal; his eyes no doubt flashing from black to light grey once more.
    “What is your mother’s name?” he asked, his voice betraying his shock.
    The pre-trans was looking at him as if he’d only now realised that the two of them could have passed as twins and took a long moment to answer. When he did, he sounded a little faint himself. “Mary Fletcher. Why?”
    A face flashed in his mind’s eye: a brunette with large blue eyes and a shy smile; one of the more memorable itches that he’d scratched along the way, but still largely forgettable. Given that he was here because of the male, he figured it must have been just over twenty-five years ago now.
    “Where are my manners?” Knox interrupted, a sly smile on his face. “Greyvian Kobussen, meet Jacob Greyson .”
    “Are you supposed to be my long lost twin brother?” Jacob asked, not looking too thrilled with the concept.
    With his lust forgotten for the moment, Greyvian carefully composed himself and finally eased away from Sienna without looking at her, not wanting to tempt fate. Straightening to his full height, which was surprisingly shorter than Jacob’s possible six feet, he turned towards the male.
    “No,” he said, his tone of voice back to neutral, “I’m your father.”

 
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    When Jacob had finally relented and told Knox his address, the last thing he had imagined was coming home to find a Queen of the Damned, leather-clad male seconds away from mauling his best friend. Although, perhaps mauling wasn’t the right word. Penetrating? Yeah, that might be better suited to the situation. It would work for the erection that was slowly fading inside the guy’s leather pants, as well as the inch-long fangs that had been on display only a moment ago.
    At first, he hadn’t realised the guy could have passed for his Goth twin, but then the male’s expression had gone blank, his eyes had changed from black to grey, and it had been like looking at the photo on his driver’s licence where they told you not to smile and you had to look all serious and boring.
    But his father? He couldn’t believe that.
    “Yeah, right,” he scoffed. “You can’t be more than thirty.”
    Knox chuckled in amusement. “Vampire, remember? We don’t show our age.”
    Jacob made a face. “Oh, right.”
    Wondering how his life could have turned upside down in a matter of minutes, his