"Well, well!" he said, clearly enjoying the game. "You have quite the temper, don't you?"
I just glared at him. "It's been a while since I've killed anyone for sport, but I'm willing to make an exception." I reached for him again, but he held up his hands.
"Okay, Mr. Steel," he conceded, "sit down and I shall answer all of your questions."
"Pray you do not bore me," I said, falling back into my old vernacular. "Make it quick." Then, I leaned in close. "If you know who I am, then you know of what I am capable. Do not test me."
One corner of his lips curled into a smile. "As I said, my name is Xander Reed, the new head of the Las Vegas Diamond Pack." He held out his hand. "I'm moving there to take over, since that unfortunate mishap with Leo Samuelson."
"Unfortunate mishap? He kidnapped and nearly killed my wife while she was pregnant with our son," I said flatly. "He was also responsible for the Werewolf-Vampire War."
Xander nodded. "Yes, and he paid the price."