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remember what I told you
about my brother, don’t you?”
    Pitts had told her Dex had killed his “brother,” another Feral member.
Slowly. Tortuously. And that he’d left the gang immediately afterward. “Murder
isn’t something I’m likely to forget.” Even as she said the words, terrible
images of two specific murders flashed through her mind. Two vampires bound
just feet from her. Her parents. Left to burn in the sun.
    Mama, Papa. Je
n'oublierai jamais . I will
never forget.
    The were continued talking. “Thanks for the money. Easiest cash I ever
earned. But I won’t even bother to wish you luck. I don’t know what you’re
hoping to do with the info on Dex. Bribe him? Play hardball? Dex plays harder
than anyone I’ve ever met. Remember that.”
    With that warning, he was gone. He’d wasted his breath.
    She knew Dex played hardball. She’d watched him playing as he’d
restrained the misguided shape-shifter who’d messed with Lucy Talbot in that
Los Angeles sex club. But although Jesmina might look lithe and harmless next
to a bulked-up, badass, motorcycle-riding werebeast, she could play hardball
with the best of them.
    Only in Dex’s case, she’d be playing hardball with tools she never
liked to use—deceit and trickery, all unspoken but still quite effective.
Of course, that was the very nature of playing hardball: you did what you had
to do, no matter what.
    She picked up her cell phone and dialed Kyle Mahone’s number. She’d
taken a huge risk telling him about Dex and her intentions, but she stood by
it. Dex worked for Mahone. That meant he had to trust him on some level. Plus,
Mahone had the authority to give Jes the money she needed to keep her research
going. And although he hadn’t given her information about Dex’s medical
history, he’d known Dex carried a gold charm, which explained why she hadn’t
been able to read his mind either time she’d attempted to.
    Apparently dharmire Knox Devereaux didn’t mind sharing intel about his
species with the Para-Ops team, which actually reassured Jes. Although she’d
never met him, the vamp leader was rumored to have the highest regard for
honesty and integrity. If he’d shared information with his team members about
vampire weakness, Jes was right to have put her trust in them, too. That
included Mahone.
    When Mahone answered the line, she said, “I just talked to an old
friend of Dex’s from the Ferals. Everything he said tells me what I believe is
true. In order to be sure, I need to run those tests. Once I read his mind and
exercise persuasion over him, I’ll draw his blood. Since we were interrupted
the last time, I’m hoping he’ll come to me. If he doesn’t show up, I need you
to push him in that direction. If I approach him again, he might become
suspicious.”
    She half-listened to Mahone’s response, her thoughts already on whether
Dex would come to her. On whether he’d still be pissed at her for taking Lucy away
from him. Whether she’d actually do what she planned—tempt him, then take
his blood before he even knew what hit him—or let him do what she’d been
fantasizing about…
    Merde. Why was she even thinking
in terms of options?
    What she was about to do was bad enough. She wasn’t going to add
whoring to her litany of sins. No matter how attracted she was to Dex Hunt, she
wasn’t going to sleep with him to get what she needed.
    But she wanted to.
    And she had no delusions. She was always unfailingly honest with herself
even if she couldn’t be honest with those around her. Yes, she suffered from
survivor’s guilt. She also suffered from an unexpected case of lust and respect
for Dex Hunt, a male she barely knew, and the one had nothing to do with the
other. It would be easier if it did. Easier for her to see him as a means to an
end. But it didn’t. And she didn’t.
    She’d seen Dex working with his team, protecting Lucy and Wraith,
putting himself at risk for felines he didn’t even know. She knew what he