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the Midnight Games.”
    “That’s it? That’s all you got?”
    He shrugged. There was more to it; I could tell by his face. He was holding out on me. Bastard. I looked at Andrea. Help me.
    She took a peach, bit a tiny piece from it, and licked her lips slowly. Raphael did a stunning impression of a pointer sighting a pheasant.
    “How come they’re forbidden? Is there a story behind it?” Andrea bit another piece of peach and licked her lips again.
    “Yes, there is,” Raphael murmured. I almost felt sorry for him. I wonder if that would work with . . . I grabbed that thought and stomped on it before it had a chance to infect my head with nonsense.
    Andrea smiled. “That sounds interesting. I’d like to hear it.”
    Raphael caught himself. “It’s not something we explain to outsiders.”
    “Too bad.” Andrea shrugged and glanced at me. “Are you ready to go?”
    “I was born ready.” I reached for my bag.
    “I guess there wouldn’t be any harm in telling it this once,” Raphael said.
    I let go of the bag.
    “In two thousand twenty-four, the tournament was still legal, and the championship came down to a fight between the Necro Lords and Andorf’s Seven. Andorf was a huge were-Kodiak, twenty-five hundred and eighty pounds in beast form. Had paws bigger than my head.” Raphael spread his hands, indicating a paw the size of a large watermelon. “Big, mean, vicious bastard. Loved to fight. He put together a good team, but by that point there were only four of them left: Andorf, a wolf, a rat, and my aunt Minny.”

CHAPTER 4

    ANDREA’S MOUTH HUNG OPEN IN A DECIDEDLY unseductive manner.
    “Aunt, huh?” I said to say something.
    Raphael nodded. “That’s how the bouda clan used to make its money. We’d bet on ourselves. It was different back then. Now we have the Pack, which provides us with operating funds. We draft a budget. We have an investment plan and own shares in businesses. But back then there was no such thing as a ‘Pack.’ There were isolated clans and we pretty much sank or swam on our own.”
    The bouda clan counted less than twenty people. Sixteen years ago, it must’ve been even smaller. They couldn’t have had an easy time of surviving. “Who was on the other team in the championship?”
    “Four navigators from the People.” Raphael counted off on fingers. “Ryo Montoya, Sam Hardy, Marina Buryatova-Hardy, and Sang. As much as I hate the fuckers, it was a deadly team.”
    Of that, I had no doubt.
    “Why would the People involve themselves in the fight?” Andrea frowned.
    “They were just building the Casino. There was some talk of money gone missing and repercussions coming down their chain of command if it wasn’t found fast. They bet a lot and needed to win.”
    “So what happened?” I leaned forward.
    Raphael grimaced. “The People had an edge. The bloodsuckers tore the rat in half and my aunt’s guts were all over the Pit. Looked like curtains for Andorf’s Seven.”
    “And?”
    “Andorf went nuts. Nobody knows if he went loup or just berserk—bears do that sometimes. He shifted into full beast form, ripped the vamps to shreds, crushed the wolf’s skull, then broke through the fence around the Pit, and went after the navigators. They ran, and he chased them through the crowd. Mauled whoever got in his way. Killed all four and over a hundred spectators. Then he rammed the wall and took off.”
    “Holy crap.” Andrea drained a third of her milk shake.
    “Yeah. Not the best way to end the night.”
    An enormous were-Kodiak gone mad on the streets of Atlanta. A Kodiak trained as a fighter, smart as a human, stronger and bigger and badder than the average bear. It would have been the ultimate nightmare for the shapeshifters.
    “There was a massive manhunt,” Raphael said. “Andorf hid in Unicorn Lane.”
    An area of deep, wild magic, Unicorn Lane sliced across Downtown like a scar. Treacherous magic swirled and pooled there even during tech. Even the