Levi and Kurt were supposed to be the top two elite members of The Brotherhood's Elite Forces, but Nick knew that he was better. Those two buffoons weren't even able to solve their cases without the help of some random witch who had pulled a couple of answers out of thin air. Even Elliott sang her praises. They were all idiots if they believed that she was something special. Nick didn't need them. He was playing with the big boys in DC. The demon influx in his home town was just as threatening as in the other cities, but it was also much more subtle. There was bigger game afoot and Nick was going to solve it himself. He didn't need anybody's help. Not even the pint-sized witch who made his heart stutter. Yet once he met Grace, Nick understood what the fuss was about. Intelligent, powerful and unafraid, Grace would make the perfect trophy companion. All he needed to do was tame her a little, polish her rough edges and get rid of the two men who were obsessed with her. She might have been fooling around with Kurt and Levi, but once Grace saw Nick's power, his connections and his prowess, she wouldn't be able to resist him. Nick would prove to them all who was the true number one elite warrior and Grace would fall to her knees in front of him - right where she belonged.
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