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“It's safe now,” Dayne called from inside the circle.

Anthony rolled his eyes. He wanted to say, No shit, but the retort died a quick death on his lips as he took in the dark-haired beauty chained to the stone slab. A feral grin lit his face when he recognized the captive as Greta from the bookstore.

He ignored the bickering between Dayne and the man who'd taken her for sacrifice. The life was slipping from Dayne's true love as Anthony looked on.

She was dressed in a long white gown, though she wasn't a virgin, and they were at least a thousand miles from the nearest convenient volcano. Thin cuts marred her otherwise perfect tan flesh, and he could feel the power pulsing out of her. He'd wanted her blood for a long time now.

“Looks like I get a taste after all,” he said with a leer.

“Oh, this is a great plan. Vampires are entirely untrustworthy. He'll take too much.”

Anthony turned and raised a brow at the villain of the piece. Dayne had trapped him in a band of energy, but he wouldn't shut the hell up.

“Shut the hell up,” Dayne said. Then to Anthony, “Do it.”

As if he had to be invited. Nothing could keep him from the therian's potent blood flowing out under the full moon.

Dayne went to one side of the altar and held Greta's hand, whispering words of reassurance that the big bad wolf wouldn't kill her. Anthony could hear bits of dialogue but ignored it, too lost reveling in his own good fortune.

It had been a long time since he'd drunk from a shapeshifter. They couldn't be enthralled. They were strong. They were fast. And they weren't normally very free with their bodily fluids outside their own species. It was a rare pleasure to drink from one, and this one was more intoxicating than most.

He knelt beside her, turning her head to expose her neck. It took every ounce of control not to start lapping at the cuts covering her body, but he wanted to bite, and he couldn't siphon the drugs if he just licked her like an out-of-control puppy. He had to remember this was a favor for a friend, not a buffet. His eyes scanned up to her uncut throat.

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