“Thorn has a conscience?” Fang couldn’t resist asking.

Varyk looked at him drily. “Don’t make me laugh.” Sadly enough, Thorn had more of one than Varyk did. “I found out something about the Peltiers and Blakemores.”

“They hate each other. We know.”

“No. Blakemore blames them for the death of his youn gest son.”

Fang turned human as those words hit him. “What?”

“Yeah. It’s a blood feud. Apparently, junior broke the eirini laws of another sanctuary and was to be banned from them forever.”

The eirini were peace laws put in place by Savitar. To break one left the offender on his own for eternity.

“Not long after the Peltiers opened here,” Varyk continued, “junior came running to them for protection and the bears refused to admit him. They were upholding Savitar’s laws and I’m sure the fact that junior Blakemore was a bully and an ass, and that he was being chased by a group he’d provoked, didn’t help matters. He and his running buddies were killed out in the same alley where Wren was attacked. Apparently that’s why Stone keeps going there. He’s hoping to find one of the Peltiers in the same place his brother died so that he can return quid pro quo.”

“Then I’m sure the Peltiers are aware of the situation since that would have been… what? A hundred years ago?”

“Close, and on the anniversary of junior’s death, Blakemore plans to kill every bear and animal there and to torch that place to the ground.”

Fang ground his teeth in helpless frustration. “So what you’re telling me is that I can stay and protect Aimee from the psycho and my brother dies. Or I can save my brother and Aimee dies.”

“Yeah, basically, you’re screwed.”

“What else is new?” He met Varyk’s gaze as impotent rage scorched him. “I need to know where you stand in all of this.”

“Blakemore’s my paycheck. Nothing more than that.”

“And Aimee’s my life… if I leave everything I have to you, will you protect her for me?”

Varyk snorted at his offer as his gaze went to Fang’s bike and the backpack he carried that held all of his belongings inside it. “What do you have to bribe me with?”

“Two hundred million, plus some change.”

Varyk choked. “What?”

Fang shrugged over it. Money had never meant much to him. It was as intangible as friendship. “Vane’s real good with investments and I don’t spend much. You take care of Aimee and I will make sure every cent of it goes to you.”

“For that kind of money, I’d do a lot more for you than just guard your woman.”

Fang snorted. “I don’t want to go there. Just uphold your word.” He jerked his backpack up from the ground.

“Hey?”

Fang turned to look at him.

Varyk’s face was stoic, but his gaze burned with sincerity. “I will keep her safe. You can count on it. And you don’t have to pay me for it.”

Fang inclined his head in gratitude before he flashed himself from the swamp to Sanctuary. The one thing he’d learned these past months was how to merge his powers with the demon inside him and use them to his advantage. It allowed him to walk invisible and to do other nifty things-some bloodier than others.

Even with those powers, he’d avoided doing this. Mostly because it hurt too much to see Aimee. Instead, he’d relegated himself to visiting her room just so that he could feel her presence there. Breathe in her scent and remember the nights when they’d been together.

But he didn’t want to die without one last glimpse of her. No matter how much it hurt, he had to see her.

Like a whispering breeze, he made his way up to her room. She sat on her bed, holding the leather jacket he’d left behind a few weeks ago. The same jacket he’d wrapped her in on the day they’d met.

Her beautiful blue eyes held so much agony that it carved her pain into his own heart. He hated the torment she caused him. Most of all, he hated the torment he caused her.

“Where are you, Fang?” she breathed.

Unable to stand it, he materialized in front of her.

Aimee gasped at the sight of Fang in her room. He dropped to his knees and laid his head in her lap, then wrapped his arms around her waist. Her hand trembling, she brushed his hair back, amazed that he’d finally come to her. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to see you.”

She tightened her hand in his hair, reveling in the softness of it. “We have to run, Fang. I’m ready.”

“We can’t. I could never be happy knowing I’d cost my brother his mate and child.”

“It’s not fair.”

He pulled back to look up at her. Those dark eyes singed her with sincerity. “I didn’t do it, Aimee. I swear I haven’t killed anyone who didn’t attack me first.”

“I know, baby.”

He nodded. “I better go.”

She held his hand, preventing him from leaving her. She knew what he was going to do. It was written on his face.

He intended to turn himself in and save his brother.

When he turned to her with a frown, she stood up from the bed and pulled his lips to hers.

Fang growled as her kiss seared him. He twisted his fists in her shirt, wanting her with a need so desperate it tore him apart. But he couldn’t stay and he knew it. “Don’t start this fire, Aimee.”

She answered by lifting his shirt up. Her warm hands skimmed his chest, making him so hard he ached. “Everything is falling apart. But the one thing that hasn’t changed is how I feel about you. I won’t spend another minute of regret where you’re concerned.” She removed her own top.

Fang struggled to breathe as he stared at the light blue lace bra… his favorite on her. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

Fang pulled her against him as he ravaged her mouth. Nothing had ever tasted sweeter. And for once, he wouldn’t be settling for second best. Even if they were mates, at this point, it wouldn’t matter. He was about to die and that would free her to find a more appropriate male.

Fang pulled back to look down at her. “How do we do this?”

She arched a sarcastic brow. “You need instructions?”

He laughed. “No, but I don’t know what bears do.”

She laid her gentle hand on his cheek. “Make me yours, Fang. However you do that.”

Dipping his head down to nuzzle her neck, he reached around her to undo her bra and pull it off. Her nipples puckered, and he moved to give them all the attention he’d been dreaming of.

Aimee cradled his head to her as he played. The one thing she’d learned about wolves and Fang in particular was that he loved to taste and to lick. The one thing he’d always been was thorough.

And as he unzipped her pants and dipped his hand down to stroke her, she knew tonight would be no exception. Her body trembled as he touched her. It’d been so long…

How had he stood it? She had spent night after night, aching for him. It felt so good to be touched again.

“I’ve missed you, Fang.” She pulled his shirt over his head so that she could touch him.

Fang felt his powers surge. The one thing about sex and Were-Hunters was that it empowered them. Made them stronger and sharper. And right now, he was more alive than he’d ever been before.

Using his powers, he removed his clothes and left himself bare for her inspection. Not that she hadn’t already explored every inch of him. But it had been too long.

“I have done nothing, except dream of you,” he whispered, kissing his way around her mouth. He took her hand into his and led it to his cock. He sucked his breath in sharply as she touched him.

Aimee sank to her knees in front of him so that she could take him into her mouth. His knees almost buckled from the pleasure. And as good as it felt, he had to stop her.

“Stop, Aimee.”

She pulled back with a frown.

“You do that and this will be over before either of us wants it.”

She laughed before she gave him one last lick that sent a shiver all the way up his backbone. It even made his eyes roll back in his head.