Keepers & Killers (The Alchemy Series)

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Authors: Donna Augustine
the wolves and I was feeling vindicated and annoyed all at once.
    "They only come here with men," he replied, having no idea how that would irritate me.
    "Why? They can't be without a man?" My voice started to rise.
    "Maybe at some point you can go over there and start a women 's lib. Right now, I've got bigger concerns. That's my guy, in the corner."
    I looked across the smoke filled room to the corner where a weird little man sat. "It figures you wouldn 't care. You and your people, that's all you worry about."
    His arm tightened around me as we changed direction suddenly. He yanked me into a dark nook and his body blocked out the room.
    "This isn 't the place." His words were serious but I refused to be put off.
    "Easy for you to…"
    "Stop and listen to me; half of the men in here would like to tear you from limb to limb for what you did to Tracker. They'd like to kill me for allowing it."
    I knew he was right. I had also started to feel a sense of security when I was with him. No one ever messed with him, so if he was really concerned about that, he wouldn't have brought me here. "Why did you even bring me here?" I asked, as I realized there had to be another intent.
    "Because I needed them to see you are off limits." He angled closer and I didn 't know myself what he was about to do. His hand cupped the side of my head. The light bulb went off then. He was making it look like I wasn't just with him, I was with him. I just wish it felt as fake as it was supposed to be, instead of the close contact sending my hormones all into a tizzy.
    I wanted him to lean closer at the same time I was afraid he 'd do just that. In my nervousness, I started to blather, "Don't you guys have a news letter or some other means of getting the word out?"
    "No, and even if we did," he leaned in close enough that I could feel the stubble on his face graze my neck, "it wouldn 't be nearly as much fun as this."
    Did he just nibble on my ear lobe?
    He leaned his head back but his body still hovered close to mine. His eyes spoke volumes. This was quickly turning from a sham display into the real thing.
    "So what else are we doing here?" I said, as I tried to steer this back into a safer zone. I was a touch disappointed when it worked and I saw his face grow serious again.
    "The guy in the corner runs this place. He might have some answers."
    He looked concerned. He had the same hunch I did : whoever this senator was, he was bad news. He finally stepped back and we headed over to the owner.
    He was an odd little man with almost black hair, but not quite. Even in the dim light, a strange greenish highlight shimmered.
    "Burrom," Cormac greeted the stumpy little man. Burrom simply nodded in the direction of a hallway off the back of the main room. He stood up from his stool, proving just how short he was. He was smoking a pipe with whatever strange tobacco was filling this place with a weird odor. It trailed behind as we followed him into a room that was surprisingly clean, compared to the club. Inside was a monitor, displaying a picture of the hallway and also several different vantage points of the club . A rustic looking table that appeared to serve as a desk sat in the corner with a single chair. It appeared he didn't do much entertaining in here.
    "You know you 're going to get me in hot water," Burrom finally spoke. His voice sounded surprisingly deep and mismatched for his size. "I don't get involved and I don't take sides."
    "And you know you don 't want to piss me off. Now, what do you know? And don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about," Cormac said in his scary voice. At least I'd think it was his scary voice if I were Burrom.
    "I don 't know much. Just that he's not right. He only came in here once, with Tracker." He did a little hop to get himself seated upon the table.
    "You know more than that." Cormac declared.
    "It's only a hunch."
    "Tell me." He took a step closer to Burrom. Cormac might have been trying to bully information

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