From The Grey House:
Keith sank lower to the ground. His answer was barely a whisper. “The name of your favorite human at your club.”
Vincent contained his anger. He needed one more piece of information. “Which is?”
Keith collapsed completely on the floor. He was weeping. “Markus.”
The bellow started deep in Vincent’s chest and bubbled then burst forth into a barbaric roar. Vincent grabbed Keith by the shirt and carried him across the room, slamming him at full force against the far wall. “The fate that awaits you is too good for your betrayal.”
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