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    Nico’s hand slapped down across his mouth, but it was too late; Marko had known exactly what he'd been about to say. Shaking with anger, Marko jumped to his feet.
    “You’re a fucking disease, Deleanu! You kill everything you fucking touch! It’s a good thing Trinity got out before you rui—”
    Without preamble, he stood and swung. Marko ducked, he hit air and stumbled forward. Fuck. He must be drunker than he thought.
    “Don’t ever say her name you fucking shitbag,” he growled. “Ever.” His heart was pounding in his chest; his muscles were bunched tight, and he was itching to pound this fucker's face in.
    Marko grinned, baring his teeth. “Touchy, touchy. Exactly whose name do you not want to hear? Was it—”
    “Both of you sit down and shut up or leave!” Aishe Sava hollered, pointing to the tent entrance. “Not one person in here wants to know either of your personal business!”
    “Nothing of mine is personal in this shit pit anymore!” he yelled back. “Not even my cock!”
    “You're the one who decides to stick it into everything you see! Deal with the consequences!” Aishe shook her ladle at him and several people burst out laughing.
    Damn, he missed Shandor. God knows frate would have been laughing his ass off over this, had he not gone and gotten himself killed.
    “You want her,” he told Marko. “Go get her. Door's unlocked.”
    Stopping at Fifi's table, he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and high-tailed it out of there.
    “We need to talk, Xan!” Becki Bálan-Sava hurried to catch up to him.
    He inwardly groaned. Fata never wanted to talk to him; she wanted to counsel him. Save him from himself, help him work through his pain, blah, blah, blah.
    He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Pregnancy has been kind to you, surioară, you finally have some tits. Congrats.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Xan, you need to talk about Trinity."
    He stopped walking to properly glare at her. “Don’t. Say. Her. Name.”
    She pushed her curly brown hair out of her pretty face and exhaled noisily as if he were the single most annoying person in the entire world. Which he may very well be; there weren't a whole lot of people left.
    “You’re falling apart,” she said quietly. “You’ve lost your mamă, your best friend and your wife. I just want to help.”
    He was surprised she wasn’t falling apart. They hadn’t only lost Shandor on that fateful raid. Hockey, Becki’s husband, had also died. Or, rather, he'd disappeared. He had never actually seen him die. To top it off, her own mamă had been killed.
    “I don’t n eed help. I’m fine. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
    “You’re fine, huh?”
    “Yes,” he said through clenched teeth.
    "Then say her name. Say ‘Trinity.’”
    Fuck. Motherfucking fuck. Becki was such a stupid bitch.
    Fists clenched, he got up in her face. “You’re lucky you’re pregnant.”
    She snorted. “Start dealing with it, Xan, or it’s going to kill you.”
    Kill him? He laughed. "I’m already dead, fată. Just waiting for my body to cool. Now get the fuck outta my way."
    He pushed passed her, more than ready to be home and drinking himself into a stupor. And if Nadya were still there, he would fuck her again.
    Becki called after him. “If she saw you like this, Xan, she'd be devastated!”
    Good. Then they would be even.

CHAPTER THREE
    I drove into Pittsburg, weaving around abandoned cars and dead bodies until I could drive no further. Downtown was one giant traffic jam and the only way I was getting in was on foot. I parked my Jeep up on a sidewalk and pocketed the keys. I checked my clip, slipped my gun in my jeans, and grabbed my duffle bag. Although I rarely used it, I liked the heavy feel of a gun in my waistband. If all else fails, at least I will have ten bullets for backup. I had considered bringing the tire iron, then dismissed it. It would only get in my way if I needed to use my hands.
    Bodies of both humans and Skin