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pulled out a large rectangular Tupperware container. “Martha sent these for you since you never come to the house.”
    Curran popped the lid off. Six perfect golden muffins. The aroma of honey and vanilla floated around the table. Desandra came to life like a winter wolf who heard a bunny nearby.
    Curran took one muffin, passed it to me, and bit into a second one. “We came to your house last week.”
    â€œI was out on clan business. That doesn’t count.”
    I bit into the muffin and, for the five seconds it took me to chew, went to heaven.
    The People filed into the room. Ghastek was in the lead: tall, painfully thin, and made even thinner by the dark suit he wore. Rowena walked a step behind him, shockingly stunning as always. Today she wore a whiskey-colored cocktail dress that hugged her generous breasts and hips, while accentuating her narrow waist. Her waterfall of red hair was plaited into a very wide braid and twisted into a knot on the side. I wouldn’t even know how to start that hairdo.
    I missed my long hair. It was barely past my shoulders now and there wasn’t much I could do with it, besides letting it loose or pulling it back into a ponytail.
    Curran leaned toward me, his voice barely above a whisper. “Why didn’t those two ever get together?”
    â€œI have no idea. Why would they?”
    â€œBecause all the other Masters of the Dead are in relationships. These two are unattached and always together.”
    Shapeshifters gossiped worse than old ladies. “Maybe they did get together and we don’t know?”
    Curran shook his head slightly. “No, I had them under surveillance for years. He never came out of her house and she never came out of his.”
    The People took the seats across from us.
    â€œAny pressing business?” Ghastek asked.
    Mahon pulled out a piece of lined paper.
    Half an hour later both the People and the Pack ran out of things todiscuss. Nothing major had happened, and the budding dispute over a real estate office on the border between the Pack and the People was quickly resolved.
    Wine was served, followed by elaborate desserts that had absolutely nothing on Martha’s honey muffins. It was actually kind of nice, sitting there, sipping the sweet wine. I never thought I would miss the Pack, but I did, a little. I missed the big meals and the closeness.
    â€œCongratulations on the upcoming wedding,” Ghastek said.
    â€œThank you,” I said.
    Technically, Ghastek and the entire Atlanta office of the People belonged to my father, who had been quietly reinforcing them. Two new Masters of the Dead had been assigned to Ghastek, bringing the total count of the Masters of the Dead to eight. Several new journeymen had joined the Casino as well. I made it a habit to drive by it once in a while and every time I did, I felt more vampires within the white textured walls of the palace than I had before. Ghastek was a dagger poised at my back. So far that dagger remained sheathed and perfectly cordial, but I never forgot where his allegiance lay.
    â€œGhastek, why haven’t you married?” I asked.
    He gave me a thin-lipped smile. “Because if I were to get married, I would want to have a family. To me, marriage means children.”
    â€œSo what’s the problem? Shooting blanks?” Desandra asked.
    Kill me.
    â€œNo,” Ghastek told her. “In case you haven’t noticed, this city is under siege. It would be irresponsible to bring a child into the world when you can’t keep him or her safe.”
    â€œSo move,” Desandra said.
    â€œThere is no place on this planet that is safe from her father,” Rowena said. “As long as he lives . . .”
    Ghastek put his long fingers on her hand. Rowena caught herself. “. . . as long as he lives, we serve at his pleasure. Our lives are not our own.”
    Nick Feldman walked through the door. The Order of Merciful Aid