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  Angus chuckled. "Ye're no' a killer, lad. "

  Don't push me. Gregori shoved back his chair and stood. First Simone had called him a coward, and now these guys were insinuating it. "Enough with the bullshit. You guys know I never fought in battle. I wanted to. I trained for it, but Roman promised my mom he'd never put me at risk. I went along with it for her sake, but that doesn't mean I need to grow a pair. If there's a fight in our future, you can count on me. "

  "We're no' questioning yer bravery, lad," Angus said. "In fact, we're relying on it. "

  "For what? Tell me what you want. "

  "You have different skills than we do," Jean-Luc said. "Because of your youth you know how to maneuver through the modern world of business and technology. "

  Roman smiled. "And you've proven yourself adept at handling people and persuading them to do what you want. "

  "Without threatening them with a sword," Angus added. "Ye have a modern approach that we're lacking. "

  Gregori frowned. No doubt they thought they were complimenting him, but somehow he felt like he was being called manipulative. Using a sword might be old-fashioned, but it was blatantly honest. "I'm not that bad with a sword, you know. I've been practicing with Ian at the school during my time off. "

  "We don't need a swordsman for this job," Zoltan said.

  Angus drummed his fingers on the table. "The problem is we doona want Sean Whelan to act as our sole representative to the president. "

  "We don't trust him," Zoltan muttered.

  "So we need our own special envoy," Jean-Luc added. "Someone we can trust to represent the best interests of Vamps all over the world. A Vamp who is modern, works hard at a steady job, and has never bitten a mortal. A Vamp who appears completely safe and harmless. "

  Safe and harmless. Somehow those words felt like the worst of insults. Gregori yanked at his tie to loosen it. "You're choosing me 'cause you think I'm an Undead Pillsbury Doughboy?" He shook his head. "No. Hell, no. "

  Roman gave him an irritated look. "You're a marketing expert, Gregori. You understand the importance of how we are perceived. If we're seen as a bunch of dangerous, bloodthirsty monsters, it could mean the end for us. You can honestly present the image we want because it is what you are: a modern-day, well-educated, hardworking, harmless Vamp. "

  Harmless. Shit. He was tempted to sink his teeth into a mortal just to prove them wrong. But he kept his frustration in check. "Look, it's late, so let's continue this conversation tonight. If you give me a few hours, I'm sure I can come up with a better plan. "

  "Nay!" Angus thumped a fist on the table. "We doona need another plan. The decision was made. The vote was unanimous. "

  "All the Coven Masters agreed. " Roman stood, his expression stern and stubborn. "Gregori, we're counting on you. You are the plan. "

  Chapter Three

  They were counting on him. Every freaking Coven Master in the Vamp world. Gregori headed for his office at Romatech, still reeling from the news.

  He didn't let anyone see how tense he was. He even grinned at Laszlo when he passed him in the hall, and gave him a high five. Stay cool. Act like you belong. It's the best way to fit in. That was the mantra Gregori had adopted eighteen years ago, after the shock of waking up to find himself Undead.

  And now he was the plan? He didn't know if he should be flattered or pissed. Flattered, maybe, if thousands of Vamps were trusting him to keep them safe.

  He snorted as he wrenched his office door open. Safe? What a joke! For the last eighteen years, he'd been the one the old warrior guys threatened to kill for the fun of it.

  He shut the door, then hit the light switch so hard, it cracked the plastic cover plate in two.

  "Shit. " He strode across the office and skirted his desk to peer outside the window. Lampposts illuminated the parking lot, but as always, his gaze wandered to the same dark spot, the place where he'd died as a mortal.

  There were no cars to obstruct his view. Most Vamps simply teleported from place to place. Sometimes Gregori drove to work to make sure he remembered how, but as the years slipped by, those mortal skills seemed increasingly unimportant and unnecessary.

  Memories swirled through his mind - the dark night, the terror and pain of the attack, the hot burn of blood and icy fear of death, the muted screams from his mother as he'd faded away. The memories haunted him for only a few seconds before he knocked them away. Over the years, he'd learn to react quickly.

  He'd been transformed in 1993, six years after Roman invented synthetic blood, so he was something of a rarity in the vampire world. It gave the old guys one of their favorite labels for teasing him. The bottle-fed baby.

  A few nights after being transformed, he had realized that if he was going to succeed in his new life, he needed to embrace it. Leave the old world behind. Stay cool. Act like you belong.

  So he'd worked hard at fitting into the vampire world. He'd practiced mind control, levitation, and teleportation until he was just as skilled as the old guys. He'd worked hard at Romatech, and in 1998 he'd become vice president of marketing.

  In the mortal world, he would have been considered a great success, but in this world, surrounded by crusty old warriors, he could never escape the stigma of his youth. He hated being the new kid, the bottle-fed baby, the one they referred to as the fledgling. That made him feel like a helpless little bird with its mouth wide open, begging the older and wiser birds to bring him a freaking worm.

  It frustrated him no end, but he put up with the crap. Why? Because he loved being eternally young.

  Who wouldn't love it? For eighteen years he'd enjoyed the body and energy of a twenty-nine-year-old. He could work hard, play hard, and party all night. Totally forget that if he were still mortal, he'd be a forty-seven-year-old dullard, saddled with a wife and a couple of kids.

  Only his mother seemed aware of his true age. She reminded him of it daily when she lamented her lack of grandchildren.

  With a sigh, Gregori turned away from the window. What an ironic twist of fate. The same Vamps who had teased him for being young now needed him for his youth.

  Flattered or pissed? Flattered, yes. Being special envoy to the president was a big job, and he'd assured the guys in the conference room that he would succeed. But damn! If they were going to hinge their plan of action on him, they should have invited him to the meeting.

  Pissed. Definitely. He grabbed a stress ball off his desk and gave it a squeeze. How dare they plan his life without consulting him? The old geezers were centuries old and still thought being a Coven Master was akin to being a king. If they wanted his help, they should have asked. They should have shown a little respect. But no, they believed they had the right to decide things for him.

  The fledgling. The new kid who was safe and harmless. Who couldn't hurt a fly.

  Pop! The stress ball exploded in his hand.

  "Shit. " He tossed it in the trash where it landed on top of three more exploded stress balls.

  He glanced at his watch. Thirty-six minutes till sunrise and so much to do. First, he needed some sustenance, so he retrieved a bottle of synthetic blood from his mini-fridge and popped it into the microwave. While it warmed up, he undid the top buttons of his shirt, then took off his tie and tossed it onto the couch. It landed in VANNA's lap.

  "Hang that up for me, will you?" he muttered, knowing she would just stare into space with her glass eyes.

  VANNA was a Vampire Artificial Nutritional Needs Appliance, his brainchild from about six years ago. He and Laszlo had taken a female, humanoid sex toy and filled her with synthetic blood so a Vamp could pretend he was getting his food the old-fashioned way. Unfortunately, VANNA had not proven to be a very good chew toy. Her rubbery skin was hard to puncture and had literally ripped out one of Roman's fangs.

  Even so, Gregori still kept VANNA around for parties. She never got insulted if the guys tried to undress her or nibble on
her. Nor was she offended by their crude jokes or belching.

  He had dragged her out of his supply closet earlier in the evening and put a red bikini on her and big red bow around her neck. She was going to be a surprise gift to Connor for his five-hundredth birthday.

  "Maybe you can cheer up that old grouch. " Gregori saluted her with his warmed-up bottle of blood, then drank while he considered what to do about the commercial. What he needed was someone who could oversee the production in his stead, someone he could trust who was familiar with Simone and DVN.

  "Aha!" He set his bottle on the desk and called Maggie O'Brian. She lived on a ranch in Texas now, but a few years back, she and her husband had been stars on DVN's popular soap opera As the Vampire Turns.

  "Maggie, darling! How are you?"

  She snorted. "I'm knee-deep in bat guano. How are you, Gregori?"

  I'm in deep shit, too. "I'm great! Thanks for asking. "

  "Is it true what they're saying on DVN?" Maggie asked. "That the secret is out, and mortals will want to kill us?"

  "Highly exaggerated, Sweetcakes. It's all going to be fine, trust me. "

  "Oh. Then Roman has a plan?"

  Gregori gritted his teeth. "Yes. By the way, Maggie, how would you like to earn some extra money? I need someone to finish production on a Vampire Fusion Cuisine commercial at DVN, and of course, I thought of you. Gordon is the director. You've worked with him before, right?"

  "Yeah. You . . . want me to do it?"

  "Sure. You'd be brilliant! And you'd get to see Simone again. She's the star. "

  There was a pause. "This bat guano is starting to look pretty good. "

  "Maggie, I need you! And the vampire world needs more Fusion Cuisine. Imagine all those Vamps with sad and miserable taste buds. They're counting on you. "

  She laughed. "Right. Well, with Simone I may need hazard pay. "

  "You got it, Toots. And I'll send a case of Blardonnay to your home. Just come to DVN tonight at midnight, ready to crack the whip. "

  "Okay. That works out well, actually, since I'm teaching a drama class at the school tonight at nine. " She referred to the Dragon Nest Academy where her daughter attended.

  "Excellent. I'll let Gordon know to expect you. Thanks, Maggie!" Gregori hung up. "Yes!" He punched the air, then called Gordon but was sent to voice mail. Hardly surprising given how much Blissky the director had drunk. He was probably passed out under a table somewhere.

  After leaving a message, Gregori tossed his suit coat on the couch, then removed his cuff links and rolled up his sleeves. He now had twenty-eight minutes to gather information and formulate his plans before falling into his death-sleep.

  He sat at his desk and wrote, Strategies for Dealing with the President at the top of a yellow legal pad. Two lines down, he wrote, Plan A, and described it. This was basically what Roman, Angus, and Sean wanted him to do. Convince the president and his advisors that all Vamps were safe and utterly harmless. Then he would beg the president to protect them from those mean-spirited vampire haters who wanted to kill them.

  He frowned. This plan did a good job at keeping their secrets, but how could he negotiate from such a weak position? And why would the president believe they were safe and harmless after seeing the video where Connor decapitated Casimir?

  He dropped down two lines and wrote, Plan B. Instead of playing the victim, he'd present himself as a helpful ally. He'd reveal how well MacKay S&I had worked with Sean Whelan's Stake-Out team. In fact, two MacKay S&I employees were former CIA agents, and another two were formerly employed by the FBI. He could also reveal that the British government already knew about Vamps and had a healthy working relationship with them. He'd tell the story about how Angus MacKay had received a medal for rescuing some British Air Force guys during World War II.

  This plan made more sense to Gregori, but he knew it had a few drawbacks. It could ultimately lead the government into using the Vamps, making them do their dirty work. And the president would probably want to know how Angus had managed to accomplish his secret mission behind enemy lines.

  That brought Gregori to Plan C. Reveal some of the powers that Vamps possess. Explain the danger that the Malcontents presented to the mortal world. And then convince the president that only the Vamps were capable of destroying the Malcontents.

  This was the boldest plan, but also the most dangerous. Some powers, like mind control and memory wipes, could appear too threatening. If the government suspected how powerful the Vamps truly were, they might condone the murderous acts of vampire slayers. Basically he had to persuade the president that the Vamps were friendly and committed to keeping mortals safe and protected.

  It would help if he knew more about the man he would be dealing with. President Laurence Tucker.

  He Googled the president's bio on his laptop. Shameful, he supposed, for an American to know so little about current affairs, but why bother to keep up with presidents who could change every four years? He'd left that world behind.

  Or so he had thought. Now he was being dragged back into it. He grabbed another stress ball.

  He scanned quickly through a summary of President Tucker's early years. A stint in the U. S. Navy, where he acquired the nickname Torpedo. Graduated from Harvard Law School. Made a name for himself as a tough D. A. , combating organized crime. Served as state attorney general for four years before running for Congress. After four years in the House, he ran for the Senate. The media had claimed the Torpedo was blasting his way through Washington straight to the White House. They had been right.

  Gregori yawned and dropped the stress ball. So what if Tucker was starting his second term? Eight years was nothing compared to the hundred-year stint of a Coven Master. And a president's power was measly compared to what a Vamp could do.