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Death, Dementia & Dealing

Heya, folks. I know I’ve been really quiet for a while. Before you can ask, yes, I’m working on Kit and yes, the book is coming. I know I’ve been saying that for three years now, but between COVID and my depression and family stuff, it’s like I’m drowning more often than breathing.

Speaking of COVID, I hope you’ve been vaccinated**. I had COVID back in late February 2020 and it had me down through most of March. I’m still dealing with long-haul symptoms, including difficulty focusing–and let me tell you, that makes writing a lot of fun.

(**fyi, normally, I'm open to differing viewpoints, but vaccines save lives and I'm not open to discussion on that. Anti-vax bullshit will be deleted with extreme pleasure.)

I started taking a multivitamin with a protein shake and Omega 3 tablet with fish oil and that is helping. FYI, if you try this, make sure you get the Omega 3 tablets that are specially made to have no aftertaste. There’s nothing so disgusting as fish oil burps.

The long COVID symptoms are miserable, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg in this family. My father in law died from COVID complications in January and my mom lost a step-sister to it just yesterday.

I know a lot of vaccine skeptics discount this virus but it’s dangerous. We have no clue how it will affect our kids twenty or thirty years from now. Some of the effects we’re seeing now are already a bad omen–there looks to be a correlation between COVID and decreased sperm count. And yes, that’s COVID the virus, not one of the vaccines. A number of clinical papers have written, but it’s early days yet, so it’s too soon to say anything with certainty. However, COVID wouldn’t the first virus to cause problems with male fertility. Mumps-related orchitis can cause infertility in men.

People who had relatively minor cases of COVID have been found to have scarred lung tissue, heart issues, etc. That’s not anything a kid should be saddled with, because typically, those problems are permanent. Scarred lungs, damaged heart muscles, these are issues that will remain problems throughout life. So, vaccinate. Protect your family, your kids.

Dementia

That iceberg I mentioned…my mother in law has been dealing with Alzheimers. I suspected she had issues with it a while back, but she’d remained stable for years. That’s not uncommon in the early stage.

People dealing with Alzheimers and other dementias need routine. Routines help preserve memory, as does social interaction. Well, a lot of social interaction went out the door for older people and those of us with compromised immune systems (hello, asthma, my old friend.)

But she still had her routine, somewhat. Her husband and they were able to participate in church, via it was online.

But then my father in law passed. It’s like a house of cards and everything tumbled. Some of y’all know that I’m a recovering nurse (and I’m never going back into that field…hell, no). I spent a couple of years in nursing homes after graduating so I’ve kind of taken point on handling my mother in law’s medical care, attending doctor appointments, driving her to whatever tests were done early on, and having her stay at our place a couple days a week so her son has a bit of break and she gets a change of scenery.

Guys, Alzheimers is hard. It’s an ugly disease that steals your loved one away from you right in front of your eyes, little by little, day by day. And it’s done so slowly, those suffering from it can feel it happening. It’s a slow, insidious monster that takes control bit by bit, day by day, week after week, destroying memories, personality.

Something that’s crucial with Alzheimers is getting diagnosed early. There has been a lot of advances made over the past couple of years and who knows, maybe a cure will be found in my lifetime. But compromised brain function can’t be undone, so if you have concerns about you, a spouse, a parent, make sure you talk to a doctor sooner rather than later.

Dealing

So, as you can imagine with deaths in the family, helping my mother in law and just trying to be there for the kids, my guy and my brother in law, I’m seeing the days slip by quicker and quicker and sometimes, an entire week disappears without me having a chance to work on my projects–I get in time on my freelance work since that’s immediately able to put food on the table, but not be able to write for me bites.

It’s official. This adulting thing sucks.

Hope y’all are doing well. Hug your people. Enjoy the little things. Read good books.

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For bloggers & reviewers…

Wanna review A Prime’s Passion? It’s up on Netgalley… but only for a short time.

FYI, I’m not the one who accepts or rejects requests…I use a distributor who helps with my self-pubbed books and they handle the netgalley stuff.

If you’ve reviewed my work in the past and are interested, let me know. If you haven’t, and are interested, well, let me know that, too!

And if you’re a reader ready to buy… that’s only a week away, eep!

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“You didn’t bring Donner.”

Meridia rolled her eyes. “He wanted to come. I ordered him to remain at the cape on watch. It wouldn’t have been wise to let him around the Prime in his current mood. Besides, he could use the experience of being in charge for a couple of days—and he needs more practice when it comes to patience. If he came here, he’d just be ready for a fight at a minute’s notice.”

“Donner is frequently ready for a fight.” Zee gave her friend a rueful smile.

“Thus the importance of him learning patience.” Her eyes gleamed. “Not that I’d mind seeing an orca’s strength unleashed against a Prime.”

A little-known fact about Atargarian physiology was that many of the powerful ones, like Donner, who would run his own stretch of territory one day, answerable only to his Prime, had an odd quirk when it came to their two forms. Perhaps it was to balance out the fact that some Atargarians and the water-borne mammalian Therians, unlike those born on land, had no hybrid form. They were either in their human skin or in their water-based form.

The orca, his much larger water form, was an animal of strength and grace. In most Atargarian shifters, when they walked in their human skin, they were considerably stronger than humans, but nothing remotely close to their physical forms.

That wasn’t the case with powerful ones like Donner or Felipe. It was like the strength of their water forms somehow condensed and transferred over to the physical forms.

Neither were quite as strong as their water forms, but it was unlikely any Therian creature alive would match their strength.

The playing field would only be determined by endurance, the ability to take pain, the better strategist… and of course, sheer dominance.

In the end, Donner could never win against a Prime because he’d never be a Prime.

But he could sure as hell make Niko, or any other Prime, hurt more than they’d ever imagined.

Surprisingly, though, the thought didn’t bring Zee any pleasure.

“No,” she said, softly brushing her fingers down Meridia’s arm. “I don’t want that.”

“No?” Meridia’s voice was cool.

She met her friend’s gaze with a level one of her own. “No.”

Meridia narrowed her jewel-bright eyes, then, unexpectedly, she laughed. “I always knew things between you two were unfinished. Make him crawl, darling. It’s the least he owes you.”

“I don’t want any man crawling before me,” she muttered, uncomfortable with the idea.

“Any man who would isn’t worthy of you. But a Prime who treated you the way he did… well, there are other things a man can do on his knees to plead his case.”

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Just over two weeks…

A Prime’s Passion will be out in just over two weeks!

Have you pre-ordered?

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Eyes down, little wolf.

In her world, the strong were broken young or they didn’t survive. Eyes down, little wolf, Zee’s father would say. You aren’t strong enough yet.

Zennia Day kept her eyes down and stayed quiet, knowing that one day, she’d escape.

When her chance comes, she finds herself on a road that takes her far from Massachusetts, all the way to North Carolina.

She has her eyes on the future…until she meets Niko, a dominant Therian male and future Prime. When she looks at him, instead of a challenge for dominance, Zee sees a promise of forever.

Niko charmed her, teased her…and stole her heart. Mere days later, after making a public, permanent claim, he crushed that same heart in his fist, tossing her aside in front of the entire world and casting her out of pack lands.

Ten years later, she’s an outcast, living far from her own when she gets word her father is dying.

She can do nothing—she was banned. Violating Niko’s order was to court punishment, even if it was just to tell her father good-bye.

“Day is dying.”

The blunt words almost had him on his knees until Niko realized his second-in-command wasn’t talking about Zee, but her father.

No Therian is ever left to die alone, so Niko sent orders the Day family to come home.

Niko is unprepared for Zee’s message. I have no pack. I have no home.

The words leave him shattered.

Realizing what he’d done in his rage, Niko pushes harder for answers. It doesn’t take long to discover that what he’d heard a decade earlier had been based on lies. Because of those lies, he’d thrown away the love of his life.

Zee’s been paying the price ever since.

Now he must mend a heart he’d broken…and convince her to give him one more chance.

Excerpt

“He isn’t yours,” Zee said again. “I don’t need to worry about Boone having you transferred because you aren’t, have never been and never will be any threat to me. Whatever happens with Niko and me will have nothing to do with you.”

“Yes—” Hannah’s face froze in a rictus, her lips trying to form an honorific for which there was no name.

Zee wasn’t her alpha. Zee had no place in the hierarchy, either, nor did she even belong in the pack because Niko had cast her aside.

“I don’t care what you call me,” Zee said and she realized she meant it.

Growing up in Greylock had taught her that pack hierarchy could be so fucked up as to be beyond meaningless.

Hannah still looked frozen. “Just understand…whether or not I choose to stay has no bearing on you, on any other woman.”

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Howdy. I have book news

I think I’ve forgotten how to do this…but… HI! I have book coming out soon!

It’s a new paranormal romance, called A Prime’s Passion.

Here is a pretty cover…

Here’s is a blurb:

Eyes down, little wolf.

In her world, the strong were broken young or they didn’t survive. Eyes down, little wolf, Zee’s father would say. You aren’t strong enough yet.

Zennia Day kept her eyes down and stayed quiet, knowing that one day, she’d escape.

When her chance comes, she finds herself on a road that takes her far from Massachusetts, all the way to North Carolina.

She has her eyes on the future…until she meets Niko, a dominant Therian male and future Prime. When she looks at him, instead of a challenge for dominance, Zee sees a promise of forever.

Niko charmed her, teased her…and stole her heart. Mere days later, after making a public, permanent claim, he crushed that same heart in his fist, tossing her aside in front of the entire world and casting her out of pack lands.

Ten years later, she’s an outcast, living far from her own when she gets word her father is dying.

She can do nothing—she was banned. Violating Niko’s order was to court punishment, even if it was just to tell her father good-bye.

“Day is dying.”

The blunt words almost had him on his knees until Niko realized his second-in-command wasn’t talking about Zee, but her father.

No Therian is ever left to die alone, so Niko sent orders the Day family to come home.

Niko is unprepared for Zee’s message. I have no pack. I have no home.

The words leave him shattered.

Realizing what he’d done in his rage, Niko pushes harder for answers. It doesn’t take long to discover that what he’d heard a decade earlier had been based on lies. Because of those lies, he’d thrown away the love of his life.

Zee’s been paying the price ever since.

Now he must mend a heart he’d broken…and convince her to give him one more chance.

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Here is a short snippet:

Before she could speak, he took those parted lips, thrusting his tongue inside as he slid his hand between her thighs and found her flesh slick and wet. She jolted when he touched her clitoris, a strangled cry leaving her throat. Grinding the heel of his hand lightly against her, he lifted his head just in time to see her eyes widen, the green glowing as her climax slammed into her.

The musk of her arousal perfumed the air, turning him into a greedy, hungry monster.

“I need a taste,” he muttered against her lips before dropping to his knees in front of her.

She stiffened, but he ignored it, wedging his shoulders between her thighs, then in the name of expediency, lifted her up and braced her back to the door. Holding her steady, he guided her legs over his shoulders. She was still shuddering, shaking when he slid his tongue around the stiff, swollen bud of her clit and her moan sounded like music to his ears.

She fisted a hand in his hair and gasped out his name as he licked up all the honeyed sweetness and the beasts inside him snarled, outraged that she’d thought about finding another man.

Mine…he thought. You’re mine, Zee. I’ll make myself worthy of you again.

Stabbing his tongue into her, he worked her to the brink of the next orgasm—and it took so, so very little—but just when her muscles started to clench, he stopped, shifting his attention to the soft skin of her inner thighs, kissing and petting.

“Niko!”

He bit her and she went rigid, spine bowing in a long line.

“Please…” she whispered.

He rose, need riding him like a demon. Cupping her chin in his hand, he kissed her, sharing the taste of her body. She closed her mouth around his tongue and sucked with greedy hunger.

The action went straight to his balls and he made a mental apology—whether she wanted seduction and tenderness didn’t matter, because he planned to give her those things.

But…not yet. Not until he’d sated them both, eased this gut-wrenching need.

Here is a release date: 9.20.2021

I think I got the important stuff…

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A work in progress…guess who?

Excerpt

She’d had a strong personality then—it had been necessary.

The Isabel Ward in front of him looked like she’d spit conflict in the eye and tell it to kiss her ass.

Travis was damn glad he was sitting, even gladder he was in no shape to be on his feet, and even gladder than that that he was almost positive he was too drained to even feel aroused, given the circumstances.

“Fine,” she muttered, more to herself than him. “We’ll cut it off.”

Travis had been listening to the rhythm and cadence of her husky voice—but not exactly hearing her words. The cut-it-off comment had him jerking upright, which immediately sent pain crashing through him. He bit back on the curses only out of the instinct borne of years of training.

Showing a weakness could lead to getting killed. Apathetic as he was about life in general most days, he owed his family better than to get his ass murdered on the other side of the globe doing God only knows what, so he generally did try to avoid it.

But he couldn’t hide the sweat that broke out of his forehead, or the way his head started spinning.

Isabel had turned away as she muttered to herself and now she was facing him again, her mouth in a hard, flat line. Light reflected off the scissors she held in her hand.

Bracing one hand on the couch, he eyed the scissors, then slanted a look up at her. She didn’t look like she’d gone and developed some bloodthirsty edge of the years.

“What are you talking about cutting off?” he asked warily.

Her brows rose, a puzzled look on her face. Then, slowly, a smile curved her lips, humor dancing in her eyes. “Oh, honey. That ship has sailed. Those days are long, long past.”

She started forward.

He didn’t relax as he darted another look at the scissors. “What ship are we talking about? And you haven’t answered me.”

“Your shirt,” she said tartly. “You’re bleeding.”

“I can deal with it.” It finally dawned on him that she’d come over to help him. He couldn’t quite believe it, not from her. Not after what he’d done.

from Twisted – Travis Barnes’ story, the long-awaited finale to the Barnes Brothers Series.

Just so ya know… I’ll be self-publishing this. I have absolutely no idea on release date, etc, but I’m hoping this year. It’s moving fast.

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Howdy. No. I’m not dead.

TL;DR – Life is chaos. Been helping with my mother-in-law because my father-in-law passed. Book released, if you like fantasy romance, keep going!

It’s been quiet here on the blog for the past few months because it’s been rather chaotic. Back in the fall, my dad had another cardiac scare and stayed with us for a short time, then in December, my father in law took ill with COVID.

On12/31, he went into the hospital and although the first few days were rough, we thought he was going to be pull thru. He did a remarkable turn around and was starting to get stronger. But mid-January, we lost him.

It hit us pretty hard, my guy, the kids, my brother in law, but especially my mother in law. They were together more than fifty years and for the past few years, especially, she’d relied on him more and more as her health grew more frail. She’s in the earlier stages of dementia and things there started progressing more quickly, likely from stress and grief, but everything being what it is, we had to make some choices about power of attorney, etc, so I’ve been accompaning her to doctor visits and working on the things from that front.

So….well, as I said, chaotic.

BUT!!! Hey, my writing brain hasn’t stopped churning. I’m working on Kit, slowly, sad to say, but the work is being done. I also finished a very heavy rewrite on an old EC story, a fantasy romance, and reissued it. Previously, the book was titled Touch of Gypsy Fire, but since I first wrote it, I’ve become aware of the negative connotations attached to the term gypsy and elected to remove the word from the title and the book. I also added more than 20k to the book, smoothing out the world-building and improving the story line.

The book’s new title is Of Mischief and Magic. It’s fantasy romance and available now!

Tyriel, the half-breed daughter of an elvish prince and a Wildling lady, had heard it said that a union between an angel and an incubus would have been more likely than the love match between her parents.
Wildly independent, she had no use for days at court in the elvish kingdoms. Leaving that life behind, she made her living as a hired sword. As a mercenary, she fought with all the passion of the Wildling clans and the magic of her father’s people, the reclusive fae.
It was a carefree life…mostly. If the loneliness seemed to haunt her at times, she just hid it with a smile.
That carefree existence changes when she meets Aryn of Olstead, a powerful, sinfully seductive swordsman. Without even trying, he catches her eye, then her heart and soul.
Aryn of Olstead was no stranger to the lonely life on the road. While he might be drawn to the half-fae merc with wicked eyes and a seductive laugh, he knows better than to let himself get too close.
Part Wildling, part elf, Tyriel is everything magical in the world. Aryn is only a hired sword.
Yet, the two bond and spend years working at each other’s side, until destructive secrets and hidden needs drove a wedge between them.
As a trust built through sweat, blood and battle slowly erodes, their partnership falls apart. Tyriel disappears without a trace.
When Aryn learns she’s in danger, nothing else matters but finding her. Rescuing her comes with a high price…one higher than he ever imagined.

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It’s available in ebook now and the print version is just about ready, too.

In other news, I’m halfway vaccinated against COVID and can’t wait to be able to somewhat get back out into doing things. Hope all of you are staying safe and healthy!

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Haunted Magic – Preorder Now!

Haunted Magic – A Kit Colbana World Novella

Witches, especially healers like Colleen Antrim, weren’t made to be warriors. Only a select few were born with the aggressive mentality and the offensive magic needed to protect others. This never struck her as a lack, because Colleen was born to heal and nurture.

That was her nature.

Until it wasn’t…

When the man she’s loved for years is used as a weapon against her, something within her shatters, a fundamental shift that changes the very foundation of who she is. Forced to use her powerful gifts in ways they were never meant to be used, the very core of who she is shatters.

Magic made her. Then it broke her. Now it haunts her…and she doesn’t know if she can find her back.

Coming in October

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New Kit story coming…

As I mentioned maybe a week ago? This is actually about Justin and Colleen, but Kit is in the story… I got to thinking I wanted to write a spooky-ish Halloween story and Kit’s been in my head, because yes, I promise I’m working on the next Kit book.

But she couldn’t really be the focus of the one, with everything going on with her.

Then I remembered a giant chunk of writing I’d pulled from another book that just didn’t fit with her story and…bam. Colleen and Justin. Because Colleen is kind of at loose ends after everything that happened to her, and…well, Justin, too.

So…Haunted Magic…

Witches, especially healers like Colleen Antrim, weren’t made to be warriors. Only a select few were born with the aggressive mentality and the offensive magic needed to protect others. This never struck her as a lack, because Colleen was born to heal and nurture.

That was her nature.

Until it wasn’t…

When the man she’s loved for years is used as a weapon against her, something within her shatters, a fundamental shift that changes the very foundation of who she is. Forced to use her powerful gifts in ways they were never meant to be used, the very core of who she is shatters.

Magic made her. Then it broke her. Now it haunts her…and she doesn’t know if she can find her back.

Buy links coming soon! Want it early? Become a patron but do it soon! The chance to get it early ends roughly 9/28.

Excerpt

“It will be fun, breaking each of you, one…” He glanced from Kit to Justin. “By one…” then to Colleen. When his gaze landed on her, her chest went tight from the sheer terror and unknowingly, that fear bled into Kit.

But fear didn’t affect Kit the way it did Colleen.

Kit had lived with fear most of her life and she’d had to learn to channel it, fight through it. Now, lowering her bow, she shifted her stance and slid her hand down to take Colleen’s, her grip calloused and strong, roughened by years of handling weapons, compassionate despite the horror that had been most of her life.

“We didn’t break, Colleen,” she said softly. “None of it broke us. Even if it left us battered, they didn’t break us. This piece of shit won’t do it either.”

She turned her head then and glanced at Colleen, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Hell, he can’t even break a woman who’s been dead more than a hundred years…what can he do to us?”

Now, Kit looked back at him, her mocking smile a direct challenge.

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A new story in Kit’s world…

This isn’t a Kit book, though.

It’s a patreon project they’ll be getting it first, as soon as I’m done, so if you’d like get in on that, head over there and see what’s what.

This will be a short novella featuring Colleen and Justin, shortly after the events that took place in Haunted Blade, hopefully releasing in October.

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News on Kit and Damon

I swear, I’m not dragging things out to torture people.

I’ve had several people email lately and I wanted to update you…and give an excerpt.

The update part…

I’ve mentioned this before, so some of you likely know, but Kit’s not an easy character to write. Normally, stepping into her shoes isn’t so emotionally draining but after my brother died, my depression came and kicked me in the face harder than ever before.

Writing entirely was nearly impossible for well over a year, save for my freelance writing.  I finally snapped out of that but it took much longer to start writing darker books. Kit Colbana, for all her sarcasm, has a lot of darkness within her. For the sake of my own mental health, I knew it was best to let the story come naturally, which it’s finally doing.

Now it’s just a matter of having the time to do it while working around my freelance work. Unfortunately, that’s the bulk of my income after a couple of years of writing so little for myself.

The good news is that I have more stories in my head than I can handle right now, I’ve sold three of the Kit books to a French translator and I’ve got other things in the works, so hopefully that light at the end of the tunnel isn’t a train.

Excerpt

“Put me through to him now, Scott,” I snarled, wishing I could reach through my car’s onboard computer to grab Damon’s lieutenant and throttle him.

Not that I’d have an easy time of it.

Scott topped me by a good foot. I scraped over five feet with a couple of inches, but plenty of the shifters in the area towered over me. Not to mention the vampires, more than a few of the witches and plenty of humans. Hell, even in the cold, fortress-like walls of Aneris Hall where I’d been raised, most of my aunts and my numerous cousins and the rest of the aneira had topped me by several inches.

I was used to being smaller than most of the people out there. I’d let my stature stop affecting me long ago.

Being shorter than most, and weaker than many just meant I’d have to work harder for it.

Scott’s bland hazel gaze held mine levelly, betraying nothing as he said, “The Alpha isn’t available, Kit.”

“Make him available, Scott.”

“Kit, I realize the Alpha has a great deal of faith in me but that doesn’t mean I’m able to make him appear out of thin air.” Scott lifted a brow. “You might need Chang for that.”

The deadpan humor was something Scott wouldn’t have dared used even a few months ago—and it was humor, not any attempt at disrespect. However, I recognized the dry comment for what it truly was…an attempt to direct my attention from him.

“I’m not done with you,” I warned him.

If I hadn’t been watching him so closely, I never would have seen the fine lines around his eyes tighten ever so subtly.

“I’m your servant, Kit, as you well know.”

“Shove it, Scott.” I disconnected and rapidly punched in the code that would connect me to Chang, Damon’s best friend and his real top hand man. I didn’t wait more than a few seconds before the screen flashed, then came to life, revealing a slim Asian man with liquid dark eyes, so deep a brown they appeared black and exquisitely honed features.

Chang was beautiful—and deadly—like a finely crafted blade.

Most people, like 99.99%, tread very carefully with him, even though there was something almost…ethereal about the calm that hung over Chang. It was like a cloak that encompasses him and I’d only seen it fractured a handful of times.

I suspected that calm came from age. He was old—I’d guessed that the second I meant I met him, but I’d had no idea how old. I still didn’t, but I had a better idea now.

The weight of his years didn’t weigh down on him, not like it did with petty mortals and mongrels like me. His age was something he carried with regal grace, elevating him to a loftier realm of existence.

I, however, was in much too bad a mood and felt like dragging him down into the muck where I was currently existed.

“Where the fuck is Damon?” I demanded.

Chang didn’t look put out by my irate tone or my foul mouth. He simply cocked his head to the side, eyes narrowing slightly. “He left word with Scott—did you check with him?”

“Scott won’t get him on the fucking phone,” I said, my rage now starting to make my voice shake.

Chang noticed.

Of course he noticed.

“Why don’t you explain what’s wrong?”

I almost exploded but at the last second, I was able to stop myself, mostly because I glimpsed a rare curiosity in Chang’s eyes—curiosity…meaning, he had no clue what was going on. That was odd. There was very little Damon didn’t tell Chang.

“Before Damon left on whatever the hell errand he had to do, did he put out word about interfering with my job?” I demanded.

Chang blinked.

For the inscrutable shifter, it was akin to be knocked off his feet from surprise.

“I beg your pardon?”

“The fucking cats have interfered with two assignments from the assembly in the past six days. I want to know why.” Anger was a hard beat in my chest, a pulse in the back of my mouth.

“Interfered, as in they’re…assisting?”

“Interfered as in Shanelle showed up on the first one right as I was in the middle of talking a young vamp into returning to his House and it got bloody—as in really bloody and now the vampire is going to be probably three or four years in healing and my client wasn’t happy. And the second—I was tracking down an asshole witch who was meant to stand trial for assault. I had contacts in Wolf Haven who had an idea where to look and was about ready to start making plans. That was when I get a message that he had been located by a helpful party who volunteered to escort him in, but he became violent and had to be eliminated.” I paused a moment before adding, “The helpful party declined to give a fucking name.”

Chang coughed.

I glared at him.

“Kit.” He actually looked uncomfortable. “You know Damon has more sense than to interfere with your work. You’d made him sleep in the doghouse—after you made him build said doghouse.”

“Somebody is interfering. If it’s not him, then who the fuck is it?”

Chang passed a hand over his face. “I’ll look into it.”

“Do that.” My phone buzzed, then a series of peels emanated from it—emergency code. All available Assembly personnel report. “I have to take this.”

Chang narrowed his eyes. “There have been a great deal of emergency alerts from the Assembly lately.”

“There’s been a great of shit going on lately in case you haven’t noticed.”

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