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Entragian.”
     
    Kall flinched as if Cat had slapped her. Grig was sure she would have paled if her skin was already the lightest shade of alabaster. Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Where did you hear that name?”
     
    “Babe?” Em said at the same time, reaching out a hand to touch Cat’s shoulder. Cat reached up and took his hand, but her eyes never left Kall’s face.
     
    “The night we met, Em, do you remember what I was doing?”
     
    Grig saw a flicker of lust cross his brother’s face. Cat must have seen it too, though how she had when she wasn’t facing Em was a mystery to Grig. Cat squeezed Em’s hand and chuckled. “Before that.”
     
    “You mean meeting up with a psycho v –” Em’s mouth closed briefly, his gaze flicking from his Mate to Kall. “Meeting up with a psycho in a dark alley?”
     
    Cat nodded. “I told you I was doing research into a string of deaths. I was meeting a source. At least, that’s what I thought.”
     
    Everyone was watching Cat now. Everyone but Kall. She turned her face away from them, ostensibly studying the row of small green and brown bottles arranged along a low shelf behind Cassandra’s desk. But Grig watched her and saw the tightening of her jaw muscle. “You’re the reporter.” Kall didn’t phrase is as a question, but Cat answered anyway.
     
    “Yes.” Cat extended her hand. “Cat Dennis.” When Kall ignored the proffered handshake, Cat dropped her hand and tipped her head to the side. “What happened to you Kalla? You’ve been missing for nearly a year.”
     
    “It’s just Kall.” She turned back, but her eyes slid over Cat and met Grig’s. “And Seren happened to me.” Now she did look at Cat, her eyes black fire. “He’s going to happen to you too, if we don’t stop him.”
     
    “Is that a threat?” Em’s voice was arctic.
     
    Grig punched his brother in the shoulder. “Listen, idiot. Seren? Is Skeletor.” Skeletor was the name they’d been using to refer to the cadaverous vampire who’d twice tried to kidnap Cat. Em stiffened, his arm snaking around Cat’s waist and tugging her against him as if for protection. The muscle in Kall’s jaw ticked again. Grig shifted closer to her, leaning against the side of the filing cabinet, pressing his shoulder into her knee. Some of the anxiety that was sparking through him subsided at the touch.
     
    “Why don’t you start from the beginning?” Cassandra asked, sliding into her chair.
     
    Kall’s fingers gripped the edge of the filing cabinet so hard Grig heard the metal dimple in protest. By the door, Drei straightened, nostrils flaring, a low growl beginning in his throat.
     
    “Cassandra, get away from her. Now.” His words were barely out before Cass slid to his side. Drei pushed her behind him. Em did the same with Cat. Both his brothers were bristling, their wolves clearly just beneath the surface of their twitching skin.
     
    Grig slid himself in front of Kall, lip lifting in a silent snarl. He’d moved without even thinking. From behind Em, Cat gave a long, low sigh.
     
    “While all the macho posturing is really interesting, and I am enjoying the view, we’re not really getting to the bottom of this, are we? Emilian, Grig brought her here for a reason. Maybe you want to listen before you go all grr on her?”
     
    “Your family’s not nearly as welcoming as you, wolfie,” Kall breathed in his ear. Remembering the few brief minutes in the concrete basement with her on his lap, Grig growled.
     
    “They better not be.”
     
    She’d spoken softly, her tone ironic, but he knew both his brothers had heard their exchange. He saw the flare of yellow in Drei’s dark eyes when Kall called him ‘wolfie’.
     
    “Alright,” Grig sighed. “Maybe you two could ratchet down the antagonism a little? Kall saved my life tonight. That earns her a bit of slack, I would think.”
     
    His words had about the impact he’d expected. Drei’s eyes narrowed on Kall. Em’s eyes