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and I turned toward s her, but she was looking away so I could not see her face
    "Is that what she told you? She had an incurable illness and that she was my lover?" Christensen asked , anger tightening his features.
    "Yes, " I replied. "Was she not?"
    "No, " he said simply.
    Great, I thought. I could tell he was being truthful. I could sense no deceit coming from him. "Tell me what's going on," I demanded.
    "Gretchen was one of my feeders. When she noticed my attachment to Jessica , she became obsessed with winning me for herself. She tricked Jessica into believing Gretchen and I were going to perform the Enduring Kiss, which was not true. When I finally fired her and had her move out of the house, she recruited a new wolf of Dane's pack to help kidnap Jessica. When we caught up to them, Jessica was nearly dead. In fact, I had to perform the Enduring Kiss to save her. What we couldn't figure out was who turned her and why." Christensen explained.
    I was shocked. Gretchen did all of that and was able to hurt this women because I was tricked into turning her. I felt disgusted with myself. I looked over at Jessica. She was looking down trying not to make eye contact.
    "Jessica." When I spoke her name , she looked up and I could see her eyes were wet with unshed tears. "I am so sorry," I said. She nodded and gave me smile that made me feel a little better.
    I glanced at them all. "I'm sorry to you all for the mess I've put you in. Not only with what happen with Gretchen , but with this meeting as well. I was informed you thought I was gunning for a takeover, but that was never my intention. Some of my staff decided to get a little carried away," I said giving Stephen a sideways glare. He just shrugged it off.
    "Apology accepted, " Christensen replied. "And if I might be blunt?" I nodded. "I was surprise she was able to convince a Master to turn her. We normally do not turn someone so quickly. I understand more now that I know she made you believe she was dying, but still...," he paused a moment. "Were you a new Master?"
    There was his bluntness. However, I was not offended.
    "Yes, I became a Master right after I was turned, only five years ago." There was silence in the room.
    "That does explain it, although your compassion for others shows in your actions and that is commendable. I have another question though." Christensen continued. I raised my eyebrow in acknowledgment. "You smell and act like a wolf. Were you a werewolf before?"
    "Yes."
    "Then were you turned against your will?" The red head asked suddenly.
    I noticed concern had replaced her scowl . I guessed the situation had turned away from being hostile.
    "No, I wasn't. It was complicated , but essentially I was threatened into it."
    I could feel the shock of what I said go through the room. Well , through everyone except my party. They already knew the details. I decided it was time to move on to my other plan.
    "This brings me to something else that has come to my attention." I turned to the Pack Master. "I was recently informed that a past member of ou rs is now a part of your Pack."
    I notice Stephen trying to get my attention , but I ignored him. I had to get Rebecca.
    "We need to speak with her immediately, please, Pack Master Dane."
    "Sure, who is she and if you don't mind my asking, why does this sound so serious? And please, call me Nathaniel," he added.
    "Thank you Nathaniel. We need to question her about the murde r of the Master before me. Her name is Rebecca Olson. Oh, and you all may call me Drake."
    I could feel the tension in the air along with the hostility. The red head was ready to leap to her feet , but her mate Paul had his hand on her arm. I glanced backed toward Christensen and his wife and saw their concern, but what really surprised me was the guard, Sean's, reaction.
    To say he was pissed was putting it mildly. He had a shocked look on his face that quickly became hatred. His fists were clinching at his sides, his muscles bunching, readying for