Insatiable

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any case, Lucien has a half brother—”

“Dimitri,” Meena said faintly. Noticing the curious glance Abraham threw her, she said,

through numb lips, “Lucien told me. He doesn’t like his brother very much. Or trust him.”

“Yes, well, with good reason, I would say,” Abraham said, nodding. “Nasty piece of

work, Dimitri Antonescu, as I suppose he’s calling himself now. Different mother entirely.

Ambitious, grasping woman. And the son’s the same, from what I’ve gathered. Murdered his

own wife. Never been happy that the throne went to his elder brother. Never agreed with the

way Lucien has been running things since their father died. Wants to take over the whole

operation himself….”

Jon blinked. “You think Dimitri’s the one who—”

“Sent Stefan Dominic to try to capture your sister to use her to convince Lucien to give

up the throne, or at least do something stupid so Dimitri could trap and kill him and then take

over the throne? Yes,” Alaric said succinctly. “That’s exactly what he’s saying.”

“He probably found out somehow that his brother was, er, seeing you, Miss Harper,”

Abraham said. Meena appreciated the chivalrous delicacy with which he put it. “And that you

had some connection with Yalena—”

“I gave her my business card,” Meena murmured, still feeling dazed by the discovery

that sleeping with Lucien Antonescu had caused her to lose her beloved dog, her apartment,

and probably, since the Dracul seemed to know everything else about her, her job….

Her entire life, basically.

But what about Lucien? Where was he? Did he know about any of this? Was he safe? If

only they’d let her call him!

“Yes, yes, of course,” Abraham was saying, excited. “They probably found her card in

Yalena’s things and later made the connection. Goodness. They get smarter all the time, don’t

they, Alaric?”

“They can read minds,” Meena said, feeling sick to her stomach. “When I saw Stefan at

work yesterday…I didn’t recognize him from the picture Yalena showed me on her cell, but I

knew… something . He must have sensed it…and my connection to Lucien….”

She groaned and dropped her face into her hands. All of this was her fault. Her own

fault, for being so stupid.

“Oh, well, there you go,” Abraham said almost cheerfully. “That explains everything. So

he must have gone to Dimitri—”

Jon interrupted. “I rode down in the elevator with that Stefan guy and his agent, or

whatever he was. His name was Dimitri.”

There was stunned silence for a few seconds after this. Then Alaric said slowly, “You

took an elevator ride with one of the most depraved vampires in the history of time. Dimitri

Antonescu—or Dracula—is widely known to be second only to his father in cruelty,

perversion, and all-around moral debauchery. You’re lucky to be alive.”

Now it was Jon’s turn to sink down into one of the kitchen chairs. “Shit,” he said, his

face having gone as pale as his shirt.

Meena couldn’t blame him. She knew exactly how he felt.

Although not when he asked, “What about our stuff? Up in the apartment? What are we

supposed to do about that, apply for FEMA aid? I doubt they’re going to believe us when we

say we lost a whole apartment to a bunch of warring vampires.”

“Jon!” Meena cried, appalled.

“Well,” Jon said, blinking at her, “we’re about to lose everything we own, for Christ’s

sake. Think about your new tote bag. That thing was worth a couple grand, at least.”

At Jon’s mention of the tote bag Lucien had given her, Meena felt something erupt

within her.

“This is ridiculous,” she cried, leaping to her feet, though her knees were shaking. She

found that she was mainly yelling at Alaric, who leaned against the kitchen counter, his arms

folded across his broad chest, staring at her, his already small mouth shrunk to the size of a

grape. “You have to let me go home!” This wasn’t about a tote bag, of course. She didn’t care

anymore about the tote bag. This was about so much more. “Or at least let me call Lucien. He

can stop this. He really can.”

“But we don’t want to stop it,” Alaric said simply.

What? ” This was the craziest thing Meena had heard all day. “Why not?”

“It’s Palatine policy,” Abraham Holtzman explained earnestly, “to let warring vampire

clans wipe each other out. So long as civilians are protected.”

It took a moment for the full significance of this statement to sink in…but when it did, it

was like a fist to the face.

So they expected her just to let Lucien be attacked by his brother and the Dracul? For her

not to lift a finger to try to warn him or help?

Of course they did. They didn’t care about him. Or think of him as anything but what he

was:

The prince of darkness.

“So if Lucien,” she said faintly, “goes to the apartment, looking for me…”

“That’s exactly what they’re hoping he’ll do,” Alaric said. “He’s who they’ll be there

waiting for.”

Tears filled her eyes. Alaric didn’t lower his gaze from hers.

“Oh, that’s just great,” Meena said. Her voice was shaking as badly as her knees now.

“Let the vampires wipe themselves out. But obviously no one cares what happens to my dog!”

It was as she said the word dog that a projectile burst through the kitchen windows,

shattering glass everywhere.

Something heavy and hard hit Meena in the midsection, sending her flying to the floor.

She realized belatedly that it was Alaric Wulf. He’d tackled her almost the same way only the

night before.

But this time it wasn’t to keep her from running away from him. It was to shield her

from the flames of the Molotov cocktail that had burst against the wall.

“Are you all right?” he lifted his head to ask her, his face just inches from hers.

The impact of his body weight slamming her into the floor had completely winded her.

She knew she’d be sore tomorrow, but she was otherwise unharmed. She nodded, then gasped,

“Jon?”

“I’m all right!”

Peeking around Alaric’s broad shoulder, she saw an arm waving out from beneath the

kitchen table.

“I’m good,” Jon cried. “But there’s glass everywhere. And the wall is on fire.”

“Everyone take cover!” Abraham had rushed to fill a pitcher at the kitchen sink to douse

the flames. “Stay away from the windows. It’s starting.”

The swinging door burst open, and a man in a clerical collar called, “Is everyone all

right? We thought we heard—oh, dear.”

“Yes, yes,” Abraham said. “They seem to have followed Alaric from uptown, as we

feared. We need to go make sure Father Joseph has closed the chapel for the night. Evening

prayer’s going to have to be canceled. We can’t have any civilians on the property. I suggested

they put signs up saying there’s been a small flood from a broken water pipe. Jon, go see how

Father Bernard is doing making stakes out of last year’s manger—”

“On it.” Jon wiggled out from beneath the table just as Alaric lifted himself off Meena

and offered a hand to help pull her up from the floor.

She took it, casting a quick glance over her shoulder at the smoldering kitchen wall as

she followed Alaric out into the hallway. Nuns and friars—St. Clare’s was staffed by

Franciscan friars and Poor Clare sisters, the rectory behind the church with the convent just

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