“Did Ivy do this?” I asked, trying to find a sliver of my confidence. The longer I kept them talking, the better the chance that Nick would get the FIB out there in time.

The vamp I had crotch-punched sneered. “In a manner of speaking.” He looked at Kist, and I thought I saw the blond vamp’s jaw clench. “Your roommate’s a good lay,” Samuel said, going smug as Kist’s breath quickened and his fingers digging through my bag became rough.

“Yeah,” Samuel continued in a good-old-boy’s drawl. “She and Piscary got the entire restaurant hopped-up on vamp pheromones. Ended up with three fights, a couple of bites.” He leaned against a table, crossed his arms and smirked. “Someone died and got carted off to the city’s temporary vaults. See? He got his picture on the wall and a coupon for a free dinner. We were damned lucky we figured out what was going on and got everyone not a vamp outta here before all hell broke loose. God help us if Piscary lost his MPL and had to reapply. Took him almost a year last time.” Samuel took a peanut from a bowl and threw it into the air, catching it with his mouth and grinning as he chewed.

Kist’s face was red with anger. “Shut up,” he said, pulling the ties to my bag closed.

“Whatsa matter?” Samuel mocked. “Just ’cause you never got Piscary that worked up doesn’t mean he’s gonna make her his scion.”

Kist stiffened. He hadn’t told anyone that Piscary already did. My eyes darted to him, his anger keeping my mouth shut.

“I said shut up,” Kist warned, the heat from him almost visible.

The surrounding vamps were casually shifting back. Samuel laughed, clearly wanting to push Kist as far as he could. “Kist is jealous,” he said to me with the sole intent to irritate him. “The most that ever happened when he and Piscary were going at it was a bar fight.” His full lips split into a nasty grin, and he glanced cockily at the surrounding vamps. “Don’t worry, old man,” he directed to Kist. “Piscary will get tired of her as soon as she dies, and you’ll be back on top—or bottom—or somewhere in between if you’re lucky. Maybe they’ll let you sit in and Ivy can teach you a thing or two.”

Kist’s fingers trembled. In the space between one heartbeat and the next, he moved. Too fast to follow, he crossed the circle, grabbed Samuel by the shirtfront, and shoved him up against a thick support post. The timber groaned, and I heard something snap in Samuel’s chest. The bigger man’s face showed a surprised shock, his eyes wide and his mouth open in pain he hadn’t had time to feel.

“Shut up,” Kist said softly. His jaw clenched and his eye twitched. Dropping him, Kist gave Samuel a shove, twisting his arm at an unnatural angle as the larger man fell to his knees. My breath caught at the audible pop of his shoulder dislocating.