Chapter 10
Dominic “Pere Mal” Malveaux reclined in a velvet chaise in the corner of the Carousel Bar, nursing a Sazerac. He took a sip of the bittersweet whiskey cocktail, staring down at the glass and swirling the remaining ice. Things were not proceeding at all as he’d planned, and it was all the fault of those f*****g Guardians. The stupid bear shifters were meddling in things they didn’t understand, and the results could be disastrous for Pere Mal.
Nothing in this world was free. If you wanted something badly enough, especially a great deal of power, certain debts would accrue. Pere Mal owed some mighty large debts, and the holders of those debts were neither patient nor kind.
He’d lost the First Light, the pretty blond who’d settled with the Scottish Guardian. Their bonding had bee
