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“You’re going to join a pack here?”

“I dunno. Maybe I’ll go rogue,” Rafe casually suggested, looking into his bowl.

“I don’t think we should talk about this right now,” Viktor replied without emotion, concealing his concern. How was he going to explain to the Alpha that Rafe was thinking of going rogue? It wasn’t going to be pleasant. “You’ll come with us then. We’ll deal with this rogue business later.”

“It’s not a big deal.” Rafe shook his head. “Wolves go rogue. I’m just thinking maybe the big pack isn’t for me right now. You know, considering all the changes.”

“We’ll talk about it later. Nothing’s set in stone. Right now, I need your assistance with the human.”

“Seriously dude? She’s your woman, not mine. Just do what you usually do when you have a girl over.”

“I don’t have women to my house. Not humans anyway. And there’s a reason for it.”

“How’s that? She’s alive. You’ve got that going for ya. She’ll wake up eventually and then we’ll split and hit the West Coast. No worries.”

“Humans,” Viktor mused. “While I enjoy a bite and a cuddle, I’m not typically in the business of taking care of them.”

“It’s easy enough. Just get her dressed. Feed her. Help her get back home. What’s the problem?”

“Feed her,” Viktor repeated. He didn’t eat human food, let alone cook.

“Yeah. You know. Like I do. I’ve got some food. You could make her something.”

“Yeah, I don’t know about that.”

“Then order out. Call the deli down the street. Mazilli’s. Get her a cheesesteak.”

“A cheesesteak? It’s two in the morning.”

“Or a salad. Or a pizza. I’ll take a slice.”

“You’re a bottomless pit.”

“My appetite for food and blood are healthy. I’m good.”

“Yeah, sure you are. You’d better get some rest, wolf. We’re leaving tomorrow.”

“Do I need to pack or are we flying VikAir?” Rafe asked.

“No flashing anywhere. She’s already freaked out enough.” Viktor reached for his cell phone and pecked at the screen. “We’re taking the jet.”

“The PJ, huh?” Rafe smirked knowingly. “Nice.”

“What is it now?” Viktor rolled his eyes and continued to text the pilot.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Rafe chuckled.

“Spit it out, already. What’s so funny?” Viktor set his phone down on the table and sighed.

“The royal treatment.” Rafe smiled wide like the Cheshire cat. “You’re sweet on her.”

“Wrong.” The ancient vampire gave a sly smile. “I’m intrigued. Yes, yes, I’m definitely intrigued.”

“You mean horny.”

“No. Intrigued.” He sniffed. “Her blood is as sweet as honey. I suspect there’s something…” Viktor stopped short of airing his suspicions. “Someone shot at her last night. And succeeded in spilling her blood. I was hasty in killing the human. I will return the good curator and do a bit of investigating.”

“That’s why they have police.”