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man and not just his blood. Wayde’s cock was hard and it pulsed with Alex’s name.
    But first things first. How the hell was he supposed to get this
sword home inconspicuously?

Chapter Four
     
    “Shit!” Alex muttered as he
examined his wound in the bathroom mirror. Though it wasn’t too deep, the blood
wouldn’t stop. He was going to need stitches. Holding a towel to his chin, he
left the bathroom and headed down the hallway. He turned the corner from his
wing of the house and head downstairs, to Josiah and Tommy’s room. They had the
bottom right half of the house, where the library was located, because all Josiah
did was research. He’d joined their team not long ago, but it was clear from
the beginning that Josiah was an unusual enforcer. Instead of fighting, he read
about fighting. He knew tactic and strategy more than any other person, but
only because he’d memorized the damn manuals.
    Alex knocked on the closed door. A
second later Josiah answered. He wore glasses and had a tendency to forget what
day or month it was.
    “You’re bleeding,” Josiah observed,
one eyebrow raised .
    “Glad those glasses are working,”
Alex managed to mumble despite the towel. “Can you sew me up?”
    “Why me?”
    “One, you’re the only one home. Two,
I have a feeling you’ve probably read a book about suturing.”
    Josiah pursed his lips. “You’re
right. Meet me in the kitchen.”
    He closed the door in Alex’s face.
    Alex turned and made his way to the
kitchen. He pulled out one of the large leatherback dining chairs and sat. Josiah
walked in a moment later with an old fashioned doctor’s bag.
    “What is that?”
    “Medical supplies,” Josiah answered.
“Now be quiet, so I can sew you up.”
    Alex gritted his teeth through the
pain as Josiah stitched the wound closed. Finally, after what seemed an hour
but probably was closer to ten minutes, Josiah stepped back and examined his
handiwork.
    “Good as new,” he said.
    “I need something to drink,” Alex
muttered. “That fucking hurt!”
    “Well, that’s what happens when you
get cut,” Josiah stated as he started putting things back in the bag. “By the
way, who did this?”
    “A vampire.”
    Josiah gave him a surprised glance.
“That’s not a bite wound. What did he cut you with?”
    This time, Alex squirmed. “One of
my swords,” he muttered.
    He expected derision, but Josiah
said nothing. He only turned back to close his case.
    “Get the Blessed Blade.”
    “I would if I could find where Sebastian
put it,” he said with a sigh.
    “Oh. You should check his bedroom. But
if I see him, I’ll tell him you’re looking for it. G’night .”
    “Night, Josiah.”
    He watched his friend retreat and
gently tested the soreness of his jaw. Damn that vampire. He had to figure out
his next move.
    At that moment, all the adrenaline
he’d been flying on crashed and burned. His eyelids drooped and all he wanted
was to go to bed. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he headed upstairs.
    ****
    Daphne woke up late the next day,
but she didn’t care. She’d spent the majority of her life sleeping the day away
because of her problem. Her foster mother had home-schooled her because Daphne
couldn’t participate in any outside activity. She’d lived mostly at night,
under the bright midnight moon, letting her mind play out fantasies that only a healthy body could
utilize. As she’d gotten older, she’d dreamed of a man sweeping her off her
feet and loving her despite her limitations.
    And now, Wayde was in her life. Had
he been serious last night? Despite knowing she basically asked to trade room
and board for sex, and how that made her sound, she didn’t regret it, because
she had this feeling that time was running out for her.
    The intercom buzzed and Daphne hit
the connect button.
    “Hello, there is a Detective
Alexander Malden here to speak to Mr. Wallace,” the front desk man said.
    “Oh,” she said. “Please send him
up.”
    “Yes,