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“Whoa.” Hawk stared slack-jawed into the glass. “That’s really good.”

“It’s a great mixer, too,” he said. “Whiskey ginger, negroni, old-fashioned… You can do anything with this rye. Now, the vodka’s not meant to be enjoyed neat, so let me fix you a cocktail.”

After the whiskey, a martini, and half of a delicious pale ale, I was feeling a buzz. I’d never been drunk before, and I had no intention of getting drunk now, but the loose warmth in my limbs told me I would be three sheets to the wind if I had anything else.

“This shit really works,” I said. “You really pulled this off.”

Ryan beamed. “As far as I understand shifter metabolism, it should still run through your system pretty quickly. You’ll be sober in a half-hour or so. That’ll be good for sales, since dragons will be able to drink all night to maintain a steady buzz. Good for us, too, since you’ll have to try really, really hard to drink enough to cause a hangover.”

“A buzz and no hangover. This is a miracle.” Hawk looked between me and Ryan, awed. “We’re about to make a fuckingkilling.”

I shook Ryan’s hand firmly. “Good work. Let us know what support you need from the clan to start getting the product into test markets.”

“We should throw a little kickoff party here,” Hawk said. “The clan willlovethis.”

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and glanced at the lock screen. Unknown number. I frowned. Very few people in this world had my personal contact details. I left Hawk and Ryan at the bar to discuss the logistics of a kickoff party, and stepped outside onto the front porch.

“Hello?”

“Ace?”

“Who is this?”

“It’s Levi.”

Levi? The wolf who had caused all those problems with our last shipment? Why was Sean’s dog callingme?“What the fuck do you want?”

“I need to talk to you, Ace,” he said. “It’s about Sean.”

There was a quiver in Levi’s voice. I couldn’t detect lies through the phone, but there was something meek and unsure in his voice. Maybe Levi could give me some information about Sean’s plans.

And if worst came to worst, I could handle a stray dog.

“Meet me at Lola’s,” I said. “And come alone.”

I stepped back inside and intercepted a bottle of beer before Hawk could open it. “Bad timing,” I said. “We’ve got to go to Lola’s.”

“Now? Seriously?” Hawk asked. “Well, you’re driving.”

“If you need to sober up, you could run a quick experiment for me,” Ryan said with an embarrassed smile. “Shift and shift back? See if that clears it out? It’d be great information for our development team…”

Turned out Ryan was right. After a quick shift outside, I was stone-cold sober again, and Hawk was back to mildly buzzed instead of on his way to tipsy. Ryan scribbled furiously in a notebook and shouted his thanks as we left.

I drove the hour south to the tiny roadside diner attached to the gas station. Hawk got out, nostrils flaring as he glanced around the mostly vacant parking lot.

“Sense anything?” I asked.

“Not Sean,” he said. “Doesn’t seem like there’s any dragons out here at all.”

“Maybe Levi actually listened,” I said. “Let’s get this over with.”

The bell above the diner door jingled when I pushed it open. Inside, the diner was quiet, save for a few long-haul truckers dining at the counter and the cracked vinyl booths. In the far corner, with his back to the wall, Levi sat twisting his hands nervously in his lap.

I slid into the booth across from him, and Hawk sat next to me. Levi glanced between us and worried his lower lip in his teeth. He was never a very intimidating wolf, but he looked worse than I’d ever seen him. His brown eyes were bloodshot, and his cheeks were sunken like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. His dark hair was pulled into a stringy ponytail, and there was dirt on the cuffs of his beat-up leather jacket.

Hawk and I exchanged a look. What the hell was making Levi so jittery?

“I don’t have long,” Levi said. “Sean is supposed to get back tonight.”