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driving.
    Which was probably a good thing because if he had too much time to think about what he was doing, he might turn tail and run.
    Damn it, he didn’t have a tail.
    But Bella did. Occasionally.
    She was a beautiful wolf, her coat sleek and silver, nothing as ordinary as grey.
    Gods be damned, he hadn’t seen her in three years. What the hell would he say—
    Idiot. You sound like you’re going on a first date.
    This was no date.
    By the time he reached the Pennsylvania Turnpike, where finally he could put his foot to the floor and cover some miles, his temples pounded and his stomach roiled.
    He needed to stop and get some food and something for his headache before he drove to the Luporeale family house in northern Berks County. Bella and Cole owned the property where they’d grown up…before moving in with him and his father in Chester County after the death of their parents and brother. But the place held too many memories for her to stay there for any length of time.
    Hell, maybe she wasn’t even there.
    Instead of spending another forty minutes in the car—after the two and a half hours on the plane and now the nearly two hours behind the wheel—he decided to stop in Reading first.
    If Bella was in the area, Harry would know. Of course, the guy might refuse to talk to him.
    By the time he pulled up outside The Spyder Club, it was nearly midnight and his headache threatened to make his eyes bleed.
    He parked down the street from the club then sat in the car for a few seconds, staring at the once-grand building that housed one of the best-kept secrets in the state.
    Built in the early 1800s, the three-story brick structure presented itself to the eteri world as a strip club. What the human world didn’t know— Well, it was probably better they never found out.
    When he finally forced himself out of the car and walked to the door, he didn’t recognize the suspicious bouncer. The guy made no bones about finding his scent disturbing but waved him through into the dark, cool hall when Steven told him he was there to talk to Harry.
    The temperature drop might’ve helped his headache if not for the throbbing music. His eyes nearly popped out of his head with pain.
    And the power…
    He swallowed hard. Hell, this better not take long. The arus in his blood simmered, threatening his hard-won control. And his gut clenched as he sensed something else.
    Damn it. Bella was here . He felt her.
    Anger, hot and biting, rose from his gut into his throat. She knew, better than anyone, why he shouldn’t be here. She also knew him well enough to know he’d check here for her.
    He stalked into the main room, ready to rip someone’s head off. Scaninng the dingy surroundings, he saw a dozen or so eteri at tables on the floor, eyes glued to the lone stripper working a pole on the catwalk.
    The blonde wore a black leather thong and nothing else and had to be at least six foot.
    Definitely not Bella.
    At the long bar to the left of the stage, Steven nodded to the young guy behind the bar, his ears curiously pointed beneath long dark hair. The guy stared at him, a sneer on his lips and a hint of fear in his eyes.
    Steven didn’t bother to acknowledge either. “Where’s Harry?”
    “In the back. What do you want, stregone ?”
    Steven didn’t bother to correct him. The designation was mostly correct. He was a witch. It just didn’t have any bearing on his life now.
    “Nothing you can help me with. Just get Harry.”
    The linchetto —with those ears, he was definitely an Etruscan night elf—smirked. “Maybe you want to rethink the ’tude, buddy, or Harry’ll have your balls for a snack.”
    Steven opened his mouth to tell the kid where he could stick his threats but a section of the wall behind the bar opened and Harry walked out.
    Short, dark-haired and sharp-featured, Harry had owned this club longer than anyone could remember. No one knew his last name. Or his age. He wasn’t versipellis of any flavor. And he