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room, her room, he’d found all
those other males smells and he’d gone a little mad. Then, when he’d been calm
enough to think, he realized he’d smelled the same smells on the others, the
men she worked with. The scents had simply been who she’d been around, not who
she’d been with.
    But the damage had been done and he
needed to calm himself more. As he’d left he heard someone pound on the wall to
keep quiet, but he ignored it. Some people, humans, didn’t deserve what he
blessed them with daily, and that was that they lived one more day. He thought
about going in there now and taking care of the ass, but there were just too
many others around for him to give it his utmost attention to detail.
    “The guy in four said that the room was
trashed earlier. And that the girl who lived here had been in. He’s not sure
when she left. Said he wasn’t nosey.” The cop who was talking said something
like “bullshit” that also sounded much like a cough, but Zachariah wasn’t sure.
“He said that some guy was here, big guy. He also said that she works for the
Wolfe Construction Company.”
    Zachariah already knew that and was
disappointed when nothing more was forthcoming. Like a name. He’d gone to the
office to see what he could get from the guy who worked the desk and, other
than the scores on the games he was watching, the guy had very little in his
head. Probably because there was so much crap in his system that he simply
didn’t know anything anymore.
    Pulling shadows around himself,
Zachariah went into the room again. Nothing much had changed but the scent of
the vampire. He’d been in her room and his scent…he opened his mouth to gather
more of it in. “Young,” he said before smiling.
    Zachariah was an old vamp. Not as old as
some, but he was getting there. His power base was huge, though, thanks in part
to the witch. And his abilities were pretty strong as well. He knew without a
doubt that a young vampire, even a pure blooded one like this one seemed to be,
would be no match for him. He moved around the room to where he could smell
that the two of them had been together.
    He smelled it then. She’d let the vamp
bite her. He’d drunk from what was his. Zachariah leaned down to the dirty
floor and inhaled deeply. He had both their scents now and wasn’t too thrilled
to find that, at one point, she’d been wet for the male. Standing again,
Zachariah moved out of the room and then shifted. He was soaring high when he
realized that she was going to die much differently than he’d planned. She was
going to suffer for giving away what he considered his.
    He was standing in his lair when he felt
the first stirring of his mother. He wished now that he’d killed her all those
years ago when he’d had the chance. Now she was too important for him to murder
off as he’d done his father and brothers. To him, there was no honor among
family.
    “What is it you want, Mother dear? I’m
very busy.” He didn’t turn to acknowledge her in any way other than to speak. “Say
whatever you think you need to tell me, then please leave me alone.”
    “You should have more respect for me,
Herman. One of these days I might not be here for you.” If only , he
thought. “Do you not have a kiss or a hug for your own mother?”
    “No, I do not. And I’ve asked you a
thousand times to not call me that horrid name. My name is Zachariah now.” He
glanced over his shoulder at her, then back out at the sun rising over the
horizon. “If you think to stay here because it is close to sunrise then you’ll
need to rethink that. I don’t want you here.”
    “I’m well aware of your feelings for me.
But you have no choice in the matter. I’ve brought the family with me as well.”
    He turned fully to look at her.
    “Your sister is getting married, or have
you forgotten that this house is mine for events such as this?”
    He had, but he’d not let her know that.
The house actually belonged to her by marriage. He’d