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I hadn’t heard that word in ages. But I had to agree. She did smell like balls, dick, and pussy. “Please, shower.”

From what I could see, there weren’t any bite marks on my friend. I hoped Zand checked his brother because I know how to kill a vampire.

CHAPTER NINE

ZAND

Iwas so disgusted with the low life I once called my brother. As soon as I gave him a chance, he went and did this. I stood at the foot of the bed and tried to think about not beating him to death. He was a vampire, so that wasn’t an option, but a vampire could dream.

“Zander, I—” Harlen spoke, something I was wholly against.

“Save it!” I growled, my anger momentarily overshadowing my concern for Morgan. “I will deal with you later. Right now, I need to focus on keeping everyone safe.”

As I turned to leave the room, I couldn’t help but wonder how much more chaos I could accept in my vampire family. My temper got the best of me, and I turned on my heels and walked over to the bed.

I stood over Harlen. The image of him entwined in Morgan’s arms, the woman who meant so much to Chanel, was burned into his mind. I clenched my fists, struggling to contain the fury surging through me. Morgan had been through enough, and now my fiendish brother had to add to her despair.

“Harlen,” I snarled. “Explain yourself.”

Harlen blinked, groggy and disoriented, before his eyes settled on my enraged expression.

“I thought you were going to deal with me later?” Harlen scrambled to sit up completely; the sheet sliding off his bare chest. “Brother, I, it wasn’t what it looked like.”

“Really?” I sneered. My voice was laden with sarcasm. “Because it looked like you were in my bed with Morgan, completely disregarding she’s a human.”

“Who cares? Humans are great, sometimes. Your girlfriend is a human. Look, I didn’t know she was off limits.” Harlen stammered, rubbing his temples as if to will away the grogginess. “I met her at the club, and we just connected.”

“Connected.” I couldn’t believe this bullshit. I had enough to worry about.

“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. She was willing. I mean, she wanted it.”

I took a deep breath. “Get the fuck out of my bed.”

“You told me I could stay here.”

“Get up.” I ordered.

Harlen stood, exposing himself to me. I stormed out of the bedroom and back into the kitchen, where I opened the bottle of blood I left there minutes ago. I opened the cabinet and grabbed a clean, empty glass and poured the blood into my glass and drank it down. This spectacle was exactly why I left L.A. The vampires of my past were living in a Greek tragedy. While I was here, living in a contemporary romance.

After a few minutes, Harlen emerged wearing a wrinkled black t-shirt and black jeans.

“How do you like my haircut?” He joked, rubbing his buzz cut.

I was in no mood for his bullshit. “Fuck you.”

“Zand, I’m sorry. I didn’t think she was some sacred person to you.”

“If you ever put Morgan or anyone else I care about in harm’s way again, you’ll answer to me,” I threatened. My voice was low and dangerous.

“Harm’s way. What are you talking about? I fucked a girl I met at your club.”

“You don’t know everything about her.”

“Well, fill me in. If I had some information, then I would know whom I could fuck and whom I couldn’t fuck.”

“I don’t trust you with anything. At all.”

“I shared with you that Teresa is in town.”

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