Rafael said with a cigar hanging from his lips, "I was just thinking. Mosby and I could really use someone with a head full of dirty tricks right about now."

Mosby chuckled. "Exactly. No one plays dirty like you do, Quinton. Without your help, grabbing Aspen would've been a lot messier."

Quinton replied coolly, "Dr. Lake, Mr. Driscoll, my little schemes are nothing compared to what that bastard Andrew's capable of. Compared to him, I'm a harmless kitten."

Rafael grinned. "Quinton, sounds like you've got a bit of rage bottled up there."

Quinton's eyes darkened with venom as he ground his teeth. "Rage doesn't even begin to cover it. I want to eat that bastard's flesh, drink his blood, and rip his damn spine out. Neither of you probably know this, but that son of a bitch actually forced me to regard him as my godfather.

"On top of that, the feud between the Wrights and Grand Viper? That bastard Andrew orchestrated the whole thing."

Mosby flinched, then gave a dry laugh. "You'r