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Can’t be helped .  I showered, shaved, and got dressed in a black Italian suit, shirt with no tie, and put my PPKs in their shoulder holsters.  I didn’t need to turn on any lights.  The light spilling in the windows lit me up as I glanced in the full length mirror. 
As usual, I make death look good .  What’s next?  Oh, yes, t ime for my pre-breakfast drink. 
I strolled down the hall, and past the kitchen, smelling sizzling bacon and skillet potatoes.  Osamu was manning the stove with highly focused intensity—nothing was going to burn, not on his watch.  It looked like I still had a few minutes, so I went through the living room to the office door.  In my office-bar, Achill occupied a couch, feet crossed, glass in one hand, and a book in the other.  Near him, on the coffee table, a vodka bottle sat half empty, a work in progress. 
I went behind the bar and got my own bottle, grabbed some Bloody Mary mix, and made something for my own enjoyment.
Achill called out, breaking the pleasant silence, “You have a very good collection of grimoires, Caine.”
“Have you been up all night reading?”
“Hard to get any sleep with the leakage.”
Leakage?  Oh, yeah.  When a werewolf is getting some, the sensory data can sometimes pass magically to other members of the pack.  Achill probably felt a little mystic heat from my dragon magic as well. 
I smil ed as I lied, “Sorry about that.”
The door to the living room opened.  Angie tromped in wearing skinny-legged jeans and a green shirt, tight in the chest, cropped to show a pierced bellybutton where an emerald tear winked as she moved.
Angie stopped the second she saw Achill, and dropped her gaze in a show of wolfen submission. 
Achill lifted his glass in greeting as he studied her.
She trembled under the force of his stare.  He had the power to kill her for no reason at all, and her own Alpha couldn’t save her.  William might be her whole world as leader of the L.A. pack, but Achill was the star reining in the planets.
Achill put his cup down. “Relax, Angie, I’m here doing business with Caine.  You and William are good.”
I felt pack magic spin off him, a light skittering over the skin where my tattoos lay dormant.  As he connected to Angie, she relaxed and continued to the bar.  She took the seat closest to Achill, also staying close to me.  He didn’t look like he cared if she shared orbits with us both.  His gaze shifted to the door before it swung in again.
Kimberly swept in, wearing a billowy white summer dress with green leaves and dun colored vines printed on.  Her feet were sheathed in white leather sandals.  Her toenails, painted candy red, matched her fingernails.  The clutch purse in her hand was covered in silver scales.  Her amethyst eyes were bottomless crystal pools, peering through us all, into more than a few realities.
How many of my secrets are exposed to her casual stare?
She focused on Angie who she’d not yet met.  “Hi, I’m Kimberly.”  She stuck out her hand in greeting.
“I’m Angie.”  As she shook hands, her eyes flicked at me.  “Are you here to see…?”
Great, someone’s getting territorial.
Kimberley’s gaze returned to me as well.  “Yes, my Mistress has engaged the Lauphram
Clan.  I’m going to be staying here a while.”
“Where’s Haziar?” I asked.  A bodyguard ought to stay close to the body he’s guarding.
“He’s checking out the property, muttered about a disturbance in the Force or something.”  Kimberley locked arms with Angie and drew her down toward the windows at the far end of the room.  “So, what’s it like to be a werewolf?”
Achill rolled his eyes, answering for nobody in particular, “You have to be a wolf to know the heart of a wolf.”  He went back to his book.
I finished my drink, set the empty glass down, and headed around the bar.  I left my office and strolled through the living room, the smell of breakfast sharpening my appetite.  As if we’d