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was Gideon’s job, damn it! He was the Master vampire around here. It was his job to deal with shit like this.
    Trusting the guys to do as I had asked, I looked down upon the small, shaking form of Eve. There was something else I needed to do first before I could move on to telling Dean that the woman he had decided to turn, the woman I was sure he had fallen for as that was the only reason anyone ever turned another – except for being psycho – had been murdered. I needed to get through to Eve, break through the panic and terror to the woman beneath and bring her back to the surface.
    “Thayne?” I heard Trent yell from the bottom of the stair before I could even make a move to helping calm her.
    “What?” I shouted back just as the music downstairs shut off and screams rang out, followed by a large crash.
    “Dean knows!”
    No shit!
     
    It took almost an hour to halt Dean’s rampage. The bar he loved so much? Smashed to pieces. The people in the club? Fled, screaming in fear. Dean was now out cold in Eve’s office and hopefully would be for some time. I’d left Reese in charge of watching him after we had finally managed to get enough of the sedative in his large frame to knock him out.
    All that time Eve had remained balled up in the corner where I had first found her, shaking more and more every time someone had tried to approach her.
    I hated seeing her like this, so broken and scared. We needed to get her out of here so that we could conduct a thorough search of the place and remove the body. That was something she did not need to see.
    “Eve? We need to get this place cleaned up. Come on, sweetheart,” I said, reaching out for her hand when she didn’t move at my urging. I was expecting her to scramble away from me like she had everybody else that had approached her during my absence, but she didn’t.
    Placing my hand upon hers - that was wrapped tightly in her hair as she rocked back and forth, her eyes forced shut - I was surprised as hell when she suddenly grasped my hand and held it so tight that if I wasn’t a vampire, I was sure it would hurt. Taking that as a good sign, I moved to sit down beside her, once again shocked as fuck when she practically dived into my lap and held on for dear life.
    “It’s okay. It’s okay,” I whispered in her ear as I rocked her in my arms. Her scent surrounded me, my throat burned with thirst, but somehow I managed to hold myself back. The last thing she needed after witnessing this was me trying to take a bite.
    “Why?” she cried. “Why would someone do this to her?”
    Why indeed?
    “I don’t know. But I promise you I will find out.” And when I did, there would be hell to pay.
    It was almost another hour until Eve finally calmed down enough to rest, falling to sleep in my arms. I’d dreamed of holding her like this but never had I wanted it to be under these circumstances.
    I needed to go to Gideon's office and fill him in on the situation with Dean and the reason the club was in desperate need of repair. When I tried to pass her over to Chad to hold for a moment, her grip on me tightened. She refused to let go of my shirt as if she sensed what I was trying to do and didn’t want me to leave.
    I have to admit that while being a little inconvenient, it made me smile. I was a little reluctant to let go too.
    Deciding it would be easier just to take her with me, I carried her down the stairs and into the office, taking a seat across from Gideon with her on my lap. He did not look happy.
    “First dead bodies, then my barman going berserk and destroying my fucking club, and now I find my… I find Eve, asleep in your arms. Care to explain what the fuck is going on?”
    His what? What was Eve to him? I knew for a fact that there wasn’t anything sexual be-tween them; I would have scented him on her if there was. There was also the fact that I knew from our talks about the club and the problems with Gideon’s management of it that she hated the bloke.