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century.”
    “Xavier and I shared a woman, the day before his untimely execution. We bed her then I cleaned her insides out afterwards. I stuck all contents in the icebox including our semen and the rest is history.”
    “Xanti,” Xier skeptically asked again, “how do you know Raven St. James bares your child?”
    “I found her in Boston shopping, drugged her so she’d have no memory of me and implanted Xavier’s seed into her, along with mine.”
    “So, let me get this straight, Xanti. First you evacuated the seed from a woman you and your brother fucked eons past, froze the contents, and then you drugged the illusive Raven St. James, and you of all people, had sex with her and implanted Xavier’s sperm inside her too? You—a son? I’ll be damned. Well, actually, I suppose I already am, but I always considered you a poofer. Humph! And you’re positive beyond a doubt that it was the St. James wench? Did she wear the royal birthmark as well?”
    “For the record, I said I implanted the seed. I wasn’t able to see her clearly, due to the dark hour. She had some celestial splat of ink. But it had to have been her.”
    “So chances are good that you bed a woman with a tattoo, impregnated her with rotten seed, yours, and now my grandchild is out there somewhere in the world alone.”
    A silver cleaver whizzed past Xanti’s head.
    “I will be on a flight as soon as possible to end this. I will bring respect to you.”
    “Or I’ll stake you, Xanti. You’ll beg me to really kill you. Take Ethan with you.”
    “Not the wolf, Maestro. He treats me like a child.”
    “If the shoe fits Xanti…” Hearing the door open, Xier turned. “Speak of my devil in disguise.
    Ethan Kitt sauntered into the spacious fifteen-room flat, picked up one leg, yanked off one foul, worn-out sneaker, chucked it across the room into a basket and then did the same with his other and headed straight for the fridge. Hungry? He lost hungry about ten miles back. He’d hit stage four. Not good. Stage three was bad enough if he hadn’t eaten but anything beyond this and he got ugly. A fifteen-mile trek, being chased by the cops didn’t seem fair, especially when he traveled the heel-toe-express route and the cops followed in a car, but he lost them. Passing his boss, he gave him a high-five. “Nice catch, Boss,” he said without thinking twice as he passed the buffet on the table. The woman was an appetizer, dinner and dessert all wrapped up in one.
    “Did you get it, Ethan?” Xier asked his hand outstretched, waiting.
    “Sorry to say, Sir, no. Someone beat you to your treasured tome again.” Ethan took one look at Xanti and choked back laughter. “Oh Christ,” he said as he played with the blond bristles covering his chin. He opened the fridge and grabbed the leftovers of a sub he’d started for breakfast. His mouth full, he almost lost it looking at Xanti.
    The son of one the most powerful vamps in Europe stood slouched in a ten-gallon hat, leather chaps covering his designer jeans. Today’s florescent pink T-shirt pick read, It’s Better To Be Thought Of As A Fool, Than To Speak, And Remove All Doubt . Either way, Ethan knew there was no mistake; Xanti owned the title of village pilchard.
    The vamp even told Ethan he wanted his fangs capped in gold and that he’d found a dentist to do it. He’d told Ethan when he smiled, he wanted people to think of… Ethan had knocked him out cold and walked away before he sullied one of his favorite pirate’s reputations.
    “Howdy, Hoss.” Ethan scratched his nose with his middle finger as he passed Xanti.
    “Do you see what I mean, Maestro?” Xanti whined. “I don’t want him to go to the States with me. I am capable of going alone.”
    “You’re not capable of going to the bathroom alone!” Ethan blurted. He turned his attentions to the Maestro. “So where we going and why, Maestro?”
    “New York, Ethan. It appears I am a grandfather.” The Maestro shot a cross glare at