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problem.”
    “Yeah, I know. I envy you that. While the rest of us have to pul ourselves back from our lovers lest we betray our existence, you get to cut loose without fear.”
    “Believe me, Talon, it’s not al it’s cracked up to be. You live alone by choice. Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to have no one remember you five minutes after you leave them?” It was the only thing that bothered Wulf about his existence. He had immortality. Wealth.
    You name it.
    Except that if Christopher died without having children, there would be no human left alive who could remember him.
    It was a sobering thought.
    Wulf sighed. “Christopher’s mother has come over here three times in the last week alone just so she can meet the person he works for. I’ve known her for what? Thirty years? And let’s not forget that time sixteen years ago when I came home and she cal ed the cops on me because she thought I had broken into my own house.”
    “I’m sorry, little brother,” Talon said sincerely. “At least you have us and your Squire who can remember you.”
    “Yeah, I know. Thank the gods for modern technology. Otherwise I’d go insane.” He fel silent for a bit.
    “Not to change the subject, but did you see who Artemis relocated to New Orleans to take Kyrian’s place?”
    “I heard it was Valerius,” Wulf said in disbelief. “What was Artemis thinking?”
    “I have no idea.”
    “Does Kyrian know?” Wulf asked.
    “For an obvious reason, Acheron and I decided not to tel him that the grandson and spitting image of the man who crucified him and destroyed his family was being moved into the city just down the street from his house. Unfortunately, though, I’m sure he’l find out sooner or later.” Wulf shook his head. He supposed things could be worse for him. At least he didn’t have Kyrian’s or Valerius’s problems.
    “Man, human or not, Kyrian wil kil him if they ever cross paths—not something you need to cope with this time of year.”
    “Tel me about it,” Talon concurred.
    “So, who got Mardi Gras duty this year?” Wulf asked.
    “They’re importing Zarek.”
    Wulf cursed at the mention of the Dark-Hunter from Fairbanks, Alaska. Rumors abounded about the ex-slave who had once destroyed the very vil age and humans he’d been charged with protecting. “I didn’t think Acheron would ever let him leave Alaska.”
    “Yeah, I know, but word came from Artemis herself that she wanted him here. Looks like we’re having a psycho reunion this week… Oh wait, it’s Mardi Gras. Duh.” Wulf laughed again.
    He heard Talon let out a happy sigh.
    “Coffee arrived?” Wulf asked.

    “Oh yeah.”
    Wulf smiled, wishing he could find pleasure in something as simple as a cup of coffee.
    But no sooner had that thought crossed his mind than he heard Talon snarl, “Ah, man.”
    “What?”
    “Friggin’ Fabio alert.” Talon spat the words out contemptuously.
    Wulf arched a brow as he thought about Talon’s own blond hair. “Hey, you’re not too far from the mark either, blondie .”
    “Bite me, Viking. You know if I were a negative person, I would be seriously annoyed right now.”
    “You sound annoyed to me.”
    “No, this isn’t annoyed. This is mild perturbance. Besides, you should see these guys.” Talon dropped his Celtic accent as he invented a conversation for the Daimons. He raised his voice to an unnatural y high level. “Hey, Gorgeous George, I think I smel a Dark-Hunter.”
    “Oh no, Dick,” he said, dropping his voice two octaves, “don’t be a dick. There’s no Dark-Hunter here.” Talon returned to his falsetto. “I dunno…”
    “Wait,” Talon said, again in the deep voice, “I smel tourist. Tourist with big… strong soul.”
    “Would you stop?” Wulf said, laughing.
    “Talk about inkblots,” Talon said, using the derogatory term Dark-Hunters had for Daimons. It stemmed from the strange black mark that al Daimons developed on their chests when they crossed over