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walkway leading to the outside grounds of the estate. Flanking both sides of the walkway were iron-barred kennel cages, but the cells did not contain animals.
    “My God,” one of Reiver’s cronies breathed from behind Malcolm. “Just look at them all. One more tempting than the next.”
    Reiver chuckled, so full of himself. “As promised, something for every taste.”
    The humans were bound and gagged inside their cages, upwards of twenty men and women, all shapes and sizes and ages. They shivered in the wintry night air, eyes wide and fearful. Bile rose in Malcolm’s throat as he glanced at the terror-stricken faces. He could not let this sick game proceed any further. Reiver and his blood club associates would die tonight—here and now.
    He started to reach for his weapons, prepared to unleash hell on the whole lot of them.
    “Oh, but there’s more,” Reiver announced, snapping his fingers at one of the other guards, dispatching him in unspoken command. “Tonight I have something very unexpected to offer you, and most certainly … exotic. Brandogge, I think you’ll have particular interest in this.”
    Malcolm went stock-still at the remark, a cold dread locking down his senses even before he glimpsed what the guard had gone to fetch.
    Danika
.
    Unlike the others, she wasn’t shackled or muzzled. No, the pistol pressed to the back of her head was enough to ensure she didn’t fight or flee her captors.
    Her long blond hair hung limp over her face as she shuffled ahead of Reiver’s thug, little Connor held tight in her arms. Malcolm’s heart lurched as her stricken gaze lit on him through the crowd. There was apology in her moist blue eyes, a regretful twist to her pale lips.
    Before Malcolm could react—before he could calculate the terrible risks of wheeling on Reiver and his associates and hoping to take them out before the guard with the gun on Danika pulled the trigger—Thane and two other guards pounced on him. Dani screamed, and it nearly undid him to hear the terror and worry in her voice. Worry for him, when it was his personal need for retribution that brought them both to this awful moment.
    The cold metal nose of Thane’s loaded nine-millimeter jabbed hard and ready to fire into Mal’s temple. “Don’t do anything stupid, asshole.”
    Malcolm roared, but it was impotent rage. He couldn’t attempt to throw off his captors. He couldn’t do anything—not so long as Danika and her baby were at equal risk as he. “Thane,you goddamn bastard. I’ll kill you too, before this is over.”
    The guard seemed unfazed, keeping a steady hand on the weapon poised to blow Malcolm’s brain out of his skull. One of the other guards stripped Mal of his Glocks and pocketed them.
    While Reiver’s associates inched away, he strode forward, slowly shaking his head. “You lied to me. You betrayed my trust.” He paused in front of Malcolm, seething with thinly held malice. “You could have risen far in my service. I thought that’s what you were aiming for, Brandogge. So, the only question I have is, why would you be so fucking stupid to cross me now?”
    Malcolm growled his reply. “I’m not your dog. I’ve never been your anything, you arrogant son of a bitch.” He could see the flicker of confusion in Reiver’s dark eyes, and he kept going, glad to finally voice his intentions. “I’ve been waiting for the chance to kill you and your blood club cronies ever since your pimp in Edinburgh told me your name.”
    Reiver’s confusion deepened, turned to uncertainty and a sick look of surprise. “My pimp?”
    “Aye,” Mal ground out. “The human rubbish who’d been supplying game for your sick gatherings. The same human offal who grabbed a young woman off the street in Edinburgh seven months ago for the purpose of selling her to you.”
    Reiver scoffed. “Am I to fret over every ant that gets crushed under a boot heel? Or mourn every beast sent to theabattoir? This is no different, except it’s