you right now, it was something he couldnât help.â
âYou know what, London? I donât care. It doesnât matter why he infected the rogueâyour job is to fix it. Find out who the bastard is and kill him. His little vampire bitch, too. Preferably before they start infecting cops with the Curse and we get a real mess on our hands.â
âCharlie, believe meâthe minute I spot him, heâs a dead man. He helped that bitch cut out Tonyâs heart while he was still alive. Theyâre going to pay.â
âGood.â A deadly little silence fell before the chieftain spoke again. âWhat are you going to do about Weston? If you have to Turn to Dire Wolf to jump him, sheâs going to see too much. Youâll have to take her out, too.â
Jim stiffened as his every instinct howled in rejection. âNo.â
âLondonâ¦â
âIf I have to, Iâll Turn her.â
âThe idea is to keep the bad guys from creating a bunch of werewolf cops, not to start Turning them ourselves.â
âShe wonât be a rogue. Iâll be her Wolfmaster.â
Charlie snorted, the sound cynical. âIâm sure your dickâll love that.â
Jim forced himself to bite back several of the choicer replies he had in mind. âMy sex life is none of your business, Charlie.â
âLook, I donât care who you ball. The only thing I give a ratâs ass about is protecting our secret so we donât get King fucking Arthur down on our collective heads. All Iâm saying is, donât get so wrapped up in this chick that you forget to keep an eye on business.â
He tightened his slipping grip on his temper. Charlie was an asshole, but he could also pull Jim off this mission if he wasnât handled carefully. And God knew what would happen to Faith then. âIf youâre that worried about Arthur, let me call in Diana. Her husband could work a spell to locate the vamp and that rogue, and I could finish them both off without anybody knowing anything. Including Arthur and Faith.â
âForget it.â
âChiefâ¦â
âYour sister had no business marrying that fairy, London,â Charlie said hotly. âShe didnât even ask permission from the Council of Clans. Arthur is in and out of Llyrâs palace all the time. You think heâs not going to notice that the queen of the fucking Sidhe is a werewolf?â
Two months ago, Diana London met and fell in love with Llyr Galatyn during a hunt for one of the rogue vampires. Neither of them expected the relationship to go anywhere. After all, she was a mortal werewolf, while he was the immortal king of the Sidhe.
Yet love won out, thanks to the intervention of Cachamwri, the Dragon GodâJim was still a little fuzzy on the details of how that had come about. At any rate, Cachamwri had made Diana both immortal and cross fertile with her lover, though she still remained a werewolf.
The problem was that Llyrâs closest ally was Arthur Pendragon and his Magekind, who didnât know werewolves existed.
Whatâs more, they couldnât be allowed to find out. Merlin himself had made that very clear sixteen hundred years ago when heâd created the Direkind werewolves to keep an eye on his magical champions. If Arthur and his warriors ever overstepped their bounds, the Direkind were supposed to step in and deal with them.
But that would only be possible if the Magekind never discovered the existence of the werewolves, whom they might otherwise destroy. The Direkind had kept themselves hidden for sixteen hundred years.
Now, however, a werewolf was living in the court of Arthurâs closest ally. Keeping her true nature secret was going to be tricky, and they all knew it. Fortunately, Diana and Llyr had come up with a cover story.
Jim took a deep breath and explained one more time. âDiana and Llyr told Arthur sheâs from the court of
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