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to the young man.
    As immediately as the rage had taken him, the young man seemed to chill out. He jammed the knife back in the sheath. Without another glance at London, he turned and wove through the crowd and out of sight.
    Donovan watched him go and then turned back toward her and Kieran. He gave Kieran’s state a quick assessing glance. Though the wounds no longer bled, blood and dirt still smeared his chest. The punctures from Stephan’s claws had begun to scab over. “You two. With me.”
    They followed him on a direct path through the crowd that parted for them. A hallway she’d not noticed appeared before them as they passed through a layer of Glamour. Donovan pushed open a door and strode through it. London and Kieran followed. The office was nice-sized and expensively furnished with solid oak and leather. “Close the door,” Donovan instructed and Kieran complied.
    The Sidhe leaned against the front of the desk, his arms crossed, his expression stone-serious. “Explain.”
    London cleared her throat. “I just want to start—”
    “Not you,” Donovan cut her off. “I want to hear it from Kieran.”
    Kieran released her hand and leaned against the door. London felt the uncomfortable certainty that he meant to block her escape. “This here’s London, a human of the enchanted variety. Figured she could take the Touch by force. Snatched me off the street with a gun and a pair of silver handcuffs. Only, turned out a pack of werewolves were squatting in the love nest she planned to use.” He waved toward the wounds on his chest. “We barely got out of there with our skins more or less intact.”
    Just bloody brilliant. She stammered, “Look, I didn’t—”
    “Silence.” Donovan didn’t need to raise his voice to cut her off. He didn’t even look at her. “Anything else?”
    “She’s mates with a vampire.” Kieran crossed his arms and cut a less-than-friendly look her way. “Not a fan of vampires, just so you know.” Then he shrugged, giving Donovan his attention. “I think that covers the basics.”
    Donovan gave a curt nod. “Have Dawn take a look at those wounds.”
    Dismissed, Kieran spared her a moment’s glance. “Silver burns like hell, by the way.” He pulled her handcuffs from his back pocket and dropped them on the bookshelf by the door as he left. She hadn’t known he’d kept them.
    When the door closed, the full power of Donovan’s direct gaze hit her. London decided then that she preferred when he’d ignored her. “Do you have anything to add?”
    Here it was. What did she have to say for herself? London crossed her arms protectively. She wanted to retreat to the farthest corner away from him, but forced herself to stand her ground. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I was desperate and hurting, but that was no excuse for what I did. I endangered Kieran with my carelessness, but then I risked my life to get him away from there.”
    London paced, looking at the ground and hugging herself tighter. “Kieran said something to me, that enchanted humans were meant to serve the Sidhe. That’s what Rico demanded of me when he attacked me, Touching me against my will. Now Rico’s dead.” London forced herself to meet his eyes. “A while back, I spoke to someone else who’d been Touched and he said the same thing. That I should seek out a Sidhe to serve.” She left it at that, hoping he’d fill in the blank, maybe even volunteer to take her on. When he said nothing, just continued to wait for her to finish, she added, “I could be useful, you know. I have contacts. Investigation skills. It wouldn’t be charity.”
    Donovan didn’t give any indication that her argument had softened his opinion of her in the least. “How do you know Malcolm?”
    “Malcolm?” She shifted and ventured a guess. “The young man with the knife?”
    Donovan didn’t answer, just glared at her with those cold eyes.
    “I met him just one time.” More than anything, she wished she had some