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letting Xeke show her a damn thing about Debach.
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    O KAY, that one didn’t belong here.
    Didn’t matter that she was wearing the right clothes. A tight black leather skirt that went down to her ankles, slit up the back nearly to her firm, round little ass. As she had taken a stool at the bar, the slit revealed more leather under her skirt, boots that went up and up. Her vest, yet more leather, zipped up the front, and she was either naked under it or wore a very low-cut bra. Vax was betting on the former.
    She wore a thick band of hammered silver around her right upper arm, drawing his eye to the well-toned muscles and the pale skin there. The thick red hair was twisted into one of those funny knots with two sticks poked through it.
    Nothing about her clothing made her stand out from any other woman there.
    But her eyes did.
    She looked too wary, too watchful.
    And pissed. Although most others wouldn’t pick up on it, that woman was riding on a wave of fury. She’d be lucky if it didn’t get her killed.
    Vax Matthews studied the redhead with cynical eyes for a long moment before he filed away her face. One of several, an innocent who was way out of her league—he’d have his hands full making sure they didn’t get hurt while he took care of the problem here.
    Okay, problems . Only a couple, though. And he was irritated as hell that he’d felt the need even to address them.
    It had been nearly two weeks since Vax had felt the call that took him away from his home. After speaking with his foreman, letting Jackson “Buck” Buckner know he’d be gone an unspecified amount of time, Vax had tossed a few essentials into a backpack and hit the road.
    The road had led him to Indianapolis, Indiana.
    Indianapolis was smack-dab in the middle of no-man’s-land, as far as Hunters went. No Master had felt drawn here, so it was without formal protection. It was patrolled by Hunters on an irregular basis, when one of them felt the call.
    Like the call that had led him here. Except he shouldn’t feel the damned call. He’d left the Hunters behind years ago. Now if he could just convince whatever it was that kept sending him on these little rescue missions, he’d be a lot happier. Left to his own devices, all alone out on his ranch where he didn’t have to deal with anybody.
    Well, the ranch hands were always around, but most of them had grown up knowing the Matthews bunch were a weird group of people. It was a rumor that Vax had started when he’d first settled in the area nearly eighty years ago. Every few decades, he disappeared and didn’t return for years, long enough for a new “Matthews” to have grown up and matured, or for a long-lost relative to come home to claim the estate after the previous owner had passed away unexpectedly.
    Wouldn’t be too long before he had to disappear again for a while. Buck had been around nearly ten years. Vax was starting to see signs of age on his weathered face, which meant that sooner or later somebody might start to wonder why Vax hadn’t done any aging.
    But he couldn’t even think about that problem until he’d solved this one.
    Maybe he should just pass it on, tell somebody about the club and the general bad vibe he kept getting. It wasn’t as if this was his life any more.
    There were a couple of Masters in the general area. One in Chicago; one in Tennessee; and Excelsior wasn’t that far. He could have just sent a message to any of those places, and the problem would be addressed. He could climb on his bike, and before he made it even halfway home, somebody else would be all over the club.
    Except he couldn’t ignore the burn in his gut any more than he could ignore the urge to breathe. “Should have just stayed home,” he mused as he stared into his half-empty tumbler of whiskey.
    It hadn’t been that bad a few hundred miles away. Vax knew he could have ignored the