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selected the preferred entry point under his guard and was ready to initiate a killing blow.
    “I told you she was an alpha,” Caleb spat with satisfaction, though his mind felt hazy and dazed. He managed to sit upright on the ground, despite the ribs on his right side’s aching terribly. Pain coursed through his body.
    Devon nodded and chuckled nervously. “Yeah, I’m seeing that now. But this is all wrong. I’m willing to make good on this and let bygones be bygones.”
    Katrina’s mouth upturned in a cruel fashion as she maintained her combat stance and expertly brandished her knife in her right hand. Another minute, and she could focus all of her attentions on helping Caleb. “Goodbye,” she whispered under her breath as she darted forward.
    Devon saw Katrina’s body in action and barked, “Please! Listen!”
    Katrina scowled cruelly and lunged at the vampire as she shouted, “Too late!”
    She darted around to Devon’s left side, and her knife thrust underneath his injured left arm and upwards to his exposed throat. The huge vampire’s eyes widened and pleaded to her as his arms went up over his head in surrender.
    Just as Katrina’s knife blade touched Devon’s neck, she hesitated and stopped her intended killing strike. There was something about his eyes that made her pause, though she was on guard for any trickery. She felt confident that in his injured stated he would be of little challenge if she changed her mind. Her eyes darted to Caleb to make sure that he seemed stable.
    Devon soberly regarded his opponent as he gauged the dangerous and feral nature of the red-haired vampire before him.
    “My name is Devon Archibald, just as I introduced myself to your mate over there. I’ve just recently relocated to the Marietta area from Richmond, Virginia, and I had no idea this was your territory. I don’t want to start any trouble with regional vampires.”
    Katrina regarded him dubiously.
    “Please. I’ll abide by any territorial claims you make, and I can even be helpful enforcing your interests, if necessary,” Devon offered in a gruff voice.
    “My primary interest is that man over there, my mate,” she seethed, gesturing towards Caleb.
    Caleb tried to stand and managed to stagger to his feet. Excruciating pain shot through his back, ribs, and chest, and he was forced to drop back to his knees onto the cold, hard ground. Both vampires regarded him for only a moment, though Katrina’s gaze lingered for a second longer before returning to Devon.
    “I offer my sincerest apologies for the misunderstanding. I promise it’ll never happen again,” he insisted before turning his attention to Caleb. “Besides, he looks hurt, and I can’t afford for him to die on me now.”
    Caleb noticed Katrina’s blazing eyes focusing on him again, and he thought he saw a worried expression wash across her features. Unfortunately, he felt like he was starting to black out, and he pressed his palms to the cool earth beneath him while lowering his head.
    Katrina shot a dark look at Devon and carefully moved to where Caleb was on all fours. Her right hand brandished the combat knife while her left hand reached down to press softly on his shoulder.
    “Lie down on the ground and try not to move until I can look at your injuries, my love.”
    He nodded, slowly lying on his side, and then curled up in his coat while hugging his ribs. He felt numb all over, and his head was throbbing as a mix of dull aches and sharp pains coursed through his chest, back, and ribs.
    Katrina’s attention returned to Devon, where the large-framed vampire was still standing statue-still. His face appeared calm but haggard, and he leaned heavily to his right to favor his injured left leg. She worried about Caleb’s condition, and she berated herself for not having killed Devon already. But for some reason, she felt like she could turn this situation to both hers and Caleb’s advantage.
    “I concede the fight,” he declared. “And I’ll