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    Kell was still tapping away on his tablet; vampires had perfect recall, so I doubted anything would be left out of his report. I sighed and went back to my less than descriptive memory of the events leading up to the prison riot. The riot was still going on and had made every news program in the nation.
    The National Guard had been called in to secure the perimeter, while local and federal agencies attempted to contact those inside. No images were available—the prisoners had destroyed all cameras and the recording systems in the prison offices.
    The guards—many feared they were dead already.
    "I worry that this is an attempt to distract us," Kell looked up from his work.
    "It's working, if that's the case," Lexsi snorted. I watched in surprise as a tiny curl of smoke drifted away from her nostrils.
    Baby, that's hot , I sent to her.
    "Right," she whispered and went back to reading her report for a fourth time.
    Kell hid a smile and returned to his report.
    * * *
    Lexsi
    "There's still no word on the guards," Opal said as we read menus at her favorite pizza restaurant.
    "Oh, I want the seafood pizza," I breathed.
    "Where's that?" Kory leaned toward me. I pointed at a section of the menu, where the lobster and shrimp pizza was listed.
    "Sounds good. Can they add anchovies and pepperoni?" he asked.
    "I don't want either of those things on mine," I said, making a face at him.
    "No problem. I can eat a medium by myself," he said. "With salad."
    "Kell?" Opal turned toward him. He sat in the booth next to her, while Kory and I sat across from them.
    "I will share whatever you're having," he said.
    "I'm really hungry," she said.
    "Then I will take whatever is left."
    "Then we'll get a large sausage and mushroom," she said, setting her menu down.
    "That is perfect," Kell declared.
    I think he's saying she's perfect , Kory sent.
    Honey, stay out of it. This is their romance, not ours.
    Are you accusing me of something?
    What are you talking about? I turned toward him. I should have known better. He was teasing me; a mischievous light shone in his dark eyes and a smile lurked at the corner of his mouth.
    I so wanted that mouth on mine.
    I was terrified of what would happen immediately after.
    At that moment, I cursed the one who'd made High Demons the way they were. Yes, I realized the original ritual had recently been altered for the better. My mother was ill for days after Daddy put his teeth in her neck. My older sisters, too—with their husbands. Someone changed it so the illness was a thing of the past, but the thought of my unconsciousness; lying helpless while Kory's Thifilathi—I shivered.
    "Baby, you cold?" Kory's concern was immediate.
    "No." I hunched my shoulders. How could I tell him that the ritual terrified me in ways I couldn't explain? How?
    Stop thinking about it , Kory's hand went to my back. His fingers gentle, he soothed away the tightness in my shoulders.
    He knew .
    * * *
    Kordevik
    I did my best to calm Lexsi while making conversation with Opal and Kell. "Do we have a schedule for the other prisons?" I asked.
    "I wanted to get two out of the way tomorrow," Opal said, pointedly ignoring Lexsi's sudden silence. "I knew the one in Denver was going to be the most difficult," she added.
    "The riot continues," Kell said, shaking his head. "They should realize that this will change nothing in the end, except to add years onto many sentences. Those who have died," he frowned at the thought.
    "You can't reason with a mob," Opal said.
    "I agree," Kell dipped his head in acknowledgment.
    "Ready to order?" A perky waitress appeared at our table. The pizza restaurant had a theme—that of a 1950s pizza diner. She wore a pink dress with a tiny, white square in a fake pocket, and a white apron, tied at the waist. Her shoes were fashioned after saddle oxfords popular in the era, with white, lace-trimmed socks.
    I could see why the nostalgic dress was popular—I found it quite attractive. We