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    “Of course, of course,” Foster said quickly. He turned to Raoul.
    “I can vouch for both of them. Both loyal employees of the Chronicle .” He slashed one hand across his chest and held it up as if taking an oath, before laying the same hand lightly on Raoul’s shoulder.
    Alexx watched the two men closely, trying to pick up clues to their relationship, as well as the current situation. He was an avid observer of the human condition, and he liked to second guess what he saw, pick up on details and vibrations. He thought these were qualities that would be useful to him as a crime-solving reporter.
    To his disappointment, he received only mixed signals. Raoul shrugged away from the other man’s touch. His face was closed off, an unreadable mask.
    “Fine then. Vouch for them,” he grunted. “Makes no difference to me. Feel free to babysit them for all I care.”
    Alexx felt a sliver of disappointment shoot through him. Raoul never looked his way, as if he didn’t exist—he’d been dismissed.
    “I will, I will,” Foster said quickly, tossing back the dirty blond hair that fell to his shoulders. “Why don’t I take care of this, and meet you—” He was stopped short by the black look that Raoul

Marchand threw him. A storm raged in his beautiful eyes.
    “No!”
    Alexx saw a shudder run through Raoul’s body. He was surprised at his desire to stop the tremor and soothe it away. Kiss it away, and make everything all right. It had to be time, or so close to it only mere moments separated Raoul from the change. What would happen now?
    The bouncer was the first to react. “Go on, Raoul,” he urged him. “Go quickly! We’ve got this.”
    Alexx held his breath, his gaze fixed on Raoul, waiting to see what he would do.
    Suddenly, Raoul turned his head toward him and their eyes met. Alexx thought he saw something. A deep pain etched within those topaz eyes, a flash of torment illuminated there.
    He swayed toward him, lips parting breathily, utterly unable to look away.
    Then he blinked, the moment passed—and Raoul was gone.
    Miller shook his arm, drawing him back. Foster was beckoning to them both.
    “Come on, let me show you around. I know Charisma like the back of my hand.”
    Shaking off his sense of disappointment, Alexx followed the two men from the small room. The bouncer had already disappeared. He was probably out front, controlling access into the club once more. The hallway seethed with moving bodies, most headed toward the exit. The exodus had begun.
    Where did werewolves go during their time of the month?
    Alexx had never considered the question before, but he found he couldn’t think about anything else now. This was information that would be useful in writing his story. Of course, his burning

desire to know where Raoul Marchand might be had nothing to do with his newfound curiosity.
    Like hell, it didn’t.
    They pushed through the human tide that surged about them, emerging into the center of Charisma—into the very heart of the nightclub, where most of the action took place. Alexx’s jaw hit the floor. He stared around him, trying to take it all in.
    An overwhelming brightness surrounded them. Flashing colored lights bounced off platinum and chrome surfaces, while splashes of leather covered the barstools. The large circular bar dominated the room like a command post. It was sheathed in mirror tiles that were streaked with dark blue veins the color of night.
    Looking upward, Alexx noticed an open gallery on the second floor. People lined the rails, peering down, while others chose to sit at tables.
    “Let’s start here, why don’t we?” Foster suggested with a smile, raising his voice to be heard over the pounding music. He gestured vaguely. “Why don’t you grab us a table and I’ll get us some drinks. What would you like?”
    The question was not unexpected, but Alexx’s acquaintance with alcohol was minimal and he was momentarily at a loss to know what to order. Luckily,