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the same. Even to other werewolves.”
    “Is Magda immune?” Marijka asked carefully.
    “She is...” He trailed off and shrugged again. “Magda is something different. She is safe.”
    A lone howl sounded outside the inn door and Marijka closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. She poured herself another shot and downed it. The warmed vodka was sweet from the honey and went down easy—smooth like Tennessee whiskey.
    Until one howl merged into many and she heard the demonic chorus from earlier. The wolves were inside the town limits. Bolder than any other pack, but Marijka supposed when the entire town was infected they didn’t have to hide.
    If the infection were like this here, what was she going to find in Ostrava? What had Evan thought he would find? In his last message, he’d said the answers would be in Ostrava.
    “Are you afraid, Marijka Zolinski?” He watched her, his eyes suddenly bright. “They can smell the stench of it on you. Even through these stone walls.”
    Marijka narrowed her eyes at him, there was a certain knowledge—an excitement in his tone. It was in the strange light in his eyes and the tension of his body. She jumped back from her chair, drew her 9mm and aimed it at his chest. “Don’t fuck with me, Stanislav. Aeternali or no, I’ll blow a hole in your chest so wide even their necromancers won’t be able to stitch you back together.”
    A slow smirk curved his mouth and he laid his palms flat on the table where she could see them. “ Malenkaya , I promised you were safe with me. I am an enforcer for the Aeternali. Why shouldn’t the prospect of a fight heat my blood?”
    “Stop calling me that,” she snapped.
    “Why? Next to me, you are little one ,” he said, his accent thicker. The smirk grew.
    “Next to you, a wooly mammoth would be little one .” She holstered her gun but didn’t sit back down.
    He nodded carelessly. “Perhaps.” Then all pretense of civility was gone as he stood and in its place was the Alpha male. His very presence made it hard to breathe. “And perhaps I should take you upstairs, Marijka Zolinski, and I should make you forget all about the wolves and the virus. Forget everything but me.”
    A shiver of delight curled behind the fear, making her hot. A blush suffused her cheeks, and she thought of all the things he could do to her to make her forget. All the reasons she wanted to forget.
    And all the reasons why she couldn’t.
    She’d been propositioned a hundred times over, but no male had moved her like this one did. He was bold, confident, and his advances weren’t unwelcome.
    He raked his hard gaze over her once more. “I can sense your desire just as they sense your fear. What’s it to be, Gypsy girl?” He yanked her against him roughly and the heat of his hands on her skin was a brand. “A night of fear waiting out rabid dogs in a hard wooden chair or a night of pleasure in front of a warm fire with the taste of honey and my kiss on your lips?”
    “I suppose those lines get you laid a lot, enforcer?” Although, her retort lost its sting when she didn’t push him away. Instead, she licked her lips, imagining his mouth on hers, him naked in the firelight and intent on her pleasure.
    He leaned in, his sinful mouth so close to giving her the kiss she craved. “I suppose they would. But I don’t need pretty words or soft lies. If you do not want it, say no and we’ll be about our business of eating, of waiting. It is your choice, just as it was in the alley. Come with me, or do not come. It is up to you.” Luka lifted one of her dark curls slowly and it wrapped around his finger, clinging to him as she longed to do.
    Marijka caught the double entendre. There were a million reasons to say no and only one to say yes. But that one reason trumped them all; she wanted Luka Stanislav. In that moment, she wanted his hands and mouth on her more than she wanted anything else.
    “And what is your punishment if you don’t make me forget,