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CHAPTER 1

London, England

Brynne Kirkland threw her head back and downed the shot of pre Breed, alcohol wasn’t her typical drink of choice This noisy bar and strobe-lit dance club in Cheapside wasn’t her usual after-hours hangout either On those rare occasions when she socialized, the staid taverns and social clubs on the other side of the Thames were more her speed

Then again, that was precisely why she was here

She needed to decompress, let off some steam

Get a little wild for once in her life

Ah, to hell with the pretense of decorum After the lousy day she’d just had, what she really needed was to get drunk and get laid

Preferably in that order

She also needed to feed Although quenching that other self-inflicted dry spell was a probleood day, let alone now

Setting the shot glass down on the mirrored surface of the sleek bar, she licked her lips and blew out a heavy sigh The bartender was right there with the bottle of Glener to beckon him over

Ginger-haired, broad-shouldered, with a pair of sweet di huiven his firm, muscular body, obviously honed by years of dedicated work in the gym, he looked reasonably able to withstand the intense cardiovascular workout he’d get fro a Breed female into his bed

Which is more than she could say for ht She had already sized up and mentally discarded a dozen potential candidates for a variety of reasons, not the least of which being the fear that sex with one of her kind was liable to kill a mere mortal from sheer exhaustion alone She already had one dead human on her record this week; she damned well didn’t need to add another

The bartender took in her conservative white silk button-down and dark navy slacks as he refilled her shot glass She’d coht from work, hadn’t even bothered to pull her hair loose from its tidy twist at the back of her head

“Rough day at the office, luv?” The bartender asked over the throbbing pulse of the club music