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He came to awareness with a frenzy of snapping teeth. Talisman was a Master vampire and he wasn’t willing to go down gently. We rolled around on the grass, both of us tearing at each other. Soon I was covered in messy bite marks where his teeth sliced me but hadn’t locked on. Only when I jabbed a knife through his heart did he freeze. With a malicious smile I moved it a fraction.

“One twitch and you’re beef jerky, asshole. I’d stay real still if I were you. ”

But he wasn’t me. “I won’t be held like your father, ” he said, and proved his statement by thrashing on top of me, shredding his own heart with his actions and going limp.

“Shit! ” I exclaimed, and shoved him off.

There wasn’t time to ponder Talisman’s suicide. The doors to the house opened and groups of vampires and ghouls came out, led by the guards. There were so many of them, it looked like an anthill evacuating. None of the faces belonged to Bones, however.

I saw Annette amid the throng and grabbed her. “Where’s Bones? Why isn’t he out here? He knows, doesn’t he? ”

I didn’t saybomb, not wanting to cause a panic if people didn’t know yet. Annette looked rather frazzled herself, her usual cool composure absent.

“He’s still inside. He won’t leave until all his people are out and he finds the others who are involved. ”

“Oh no he doesn’t, ” I growled.

Annette yanked on my arm and didn’t let go. “Crispin said to keep you out here, ” she insisted, holding me back.

Everything else aside, I enjoyed what I did next. Shallow of me, but true. I whirled and hit her so hard, she dropped to the ground with a dent in her skull. On the practical side, it also kept her from restraining me. See? It wasn’t all for fun.

As I rushed toward the house, I almost barreled into Spade.

“Don’t even think about stopping me, ” I warned him, palming some knives to punctuate my threat.

He barely looked at them. “You have to come with me, we need to get Crispin out. Tate is still inside as well. At a guess, we have less than four minutes. ”

Four minutes! Vampires could survive many things, but having their entire body blown to bits wasn’t one of them. Fear made me reckless, and I dashed forward into the house at a dead run, Spade keeping pace.

We were in the deserted hallway when he sprung. I’d been searching the corners for danger and hadn’t expected it from the man at my side. His fist shot at my head, but I never even saw it coming. All I knew was one moment, I’d been peering around a corridor, and in the next, I was seeing stars before everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, we were sprawled on the lawn a hundred yards from the house. Spade still held me in an unrelenting grip. Even his legs were tangled around mine.

“You backstabbing son of a bitch, ” I managed, struggling without success.

Spade gave me a grim smile even as he tightened his grip.

“Sorry, angel, but Crispin would kill me if I’d let anything happen to you. ”

Something moved on the roof. With Spade half on top of me, I couldn’t see what, or who, it was.

“Is that him? ” I asked desperately.

Spade craned his neck. “I’m not‑ ”

An explosion cut him off and lit the sky, as bright as if God himself flipped on a switch. I screamed, struggling even as Spade flipped me over with his body covering mine. My face was pressed in the grass while heavy thunks landed everywhere. It had to be pieces of the house raining down on the lawn like proverbial brimstone. The smoke was choking even with my face in the dirt.

Spade didn’t move for a few minutes, ignoring the threats I gasped out. Not until the sounds of falling objects ceased did he allow me to sit up, but he kept his rigid grip.

The vampires and ghouls milling around hadn’t screamed at the sight of the house exploding in the night. They looked discomfited, but not traumatized.

“Charles, give me a hand with these. ”

Bones appeared above us in the swirling smoke. I was so relieved to see him, I almost cried. He was covered in soot, mostly unclothed from where his shirt and pants had been burned off, and his hair was in singed patches. He also had three vampires in his arms. When he landed, he dumped them to the ground.

“Hold those two. Bloody sods, ” he grumbled, kick ing one. The third sat up and shook his head as if to clear it.

It was Tate. Thank God, he’d made it out alive as well. Spade released me as Bones knelt next to me, and I threw my arms around him.

“I’m so glad you’re okay…and don’t you ever tell your friends to hold me back again, dammit! ”

Bones chuckled. “Can we fight about that later, Kitten? We still have business to sort out, after all. ”

Then he set me back to look at me. “What happened to you? You look chewed. ”

He took one of my knives and sliced his palm. I took his blood, feeling the pain in my head ebb.

“Are Juan and Cooper okay? ” I asked, trying to spot them among the throngs of people.

“I can hear them, ” Tate answered. “They’re all right. ”

Bones gave Tate a sharp look. “How did you know what was about to happen? ”

Green flashed in Tate’s eyes. “That scumbag Talisman approached me while you and Cat were off somewhere. He said he’d heard I was in love with Cat, and offered me a chance to get her all to myself. All I had to do was make sure you stayed inside the house after the bodies started to firecracker. Talisman guessed you’d want Cat as far away from any walking grenades as possible, so I was supposed to take her outside, then I just had to save my own ass in time. Presto, you dead, one Reaper looking for comfort. I gotta say, it was pretty tempting. ”

“I would have known you’d never do that, Tate, ” I said at once. “You’re too good a man. ”

He laughed with more than a trace of irony. “Don’t be so sure. I’ll probably regret it later. ”

Bones stared at Tate for a long moment. I didn’t say what else was obvious‑ that despite how much Bones didn’t care for him, either, he could have left Tate in that house to die. But he’d grabbed him and saved his life instead. Without Bones flying them away, Tate would have burned. Both of them were more alike in their honor than I thought either would ever acknowledge.

But as Bones had said, there was more pressing business at hand right now. Like the two very unhappy vampires fifteen feet away. My eyes narrowed as I glared at them. Try to blow up the man I loved, would they? We’d just see about that.

ELEVEN

WE WERE ON THE FAR SIDE OF THE LAWN OF the still‑ smoldering house. The fire department had come. So had the police, but this time, Juan and Tate didn’t even need to bother with their credentials. Not with so many vampires able to green‑ eye the emergency crews into putting out the flames first and asking questions…never.

Which was why no police had wandered over despite some very loud yelling by the six perpetrators of tonight’s bonfire. The other four had been rounded up when the original two outed them under extreme duress. None of the guests had been allowed to leave while this went on, for obvious reasons, despite some protests. After two hours of “questioning, ” the main architect of the attack was finally revealed to be a vampire named Patra.

And wouldn’t you know it, this Patra was also Max’s mysterious benefactor, though I had no idea who she was, let alone why she’d wanted me dead.

As soon as Bones heard the name, his head whipped up and he stared at Mencheres. The Egyptian vampire closed his eyes with a look I might have called pain.

“Let me guess, ” I said, noting their reactions with alarm. “We’re talking about a really old, powerful vampire? ”

Bones turned his gaze back to me. “Yes. Over two thousand years old and a Master. Mencheres, you know what this means. ”

The other vampire’s tunic wasn’t all sparkly white now, and that pretty gold dust on his skin had been replaced by ashes. Right about now, I was thinking it matched his expression.

His steel eyes opened, and whatever emotions he might have been feeling were slammed behind an impenetrable mask.

“Yes. It means war. ”

“Those of you who are not of our lines, ” Bones said in a clear voice, “make your choice now. Stay here and align yourself with us, or choose Patra and walk away. You get free passage tonight only. Should I ever see you or yours again without invitation, I’ll kill you. ”

Mencheres glided over next to him. “Decide, ” he said simply.

Some of those who walked over to us were a given. Spade had moved before the words finished being uttered. Rodney did, too, and several other notable members of the pulseless community. Vampires and ghouls I didn’t recognize were taking our side, either out of loyalty to Bones or Mencheres, or out of fear of them.

Then there were the holdouts.

Several glided off into the night, their absences wordless but pointed. Then there were the undecided ones, waiting to see how many stayed and how many left before they chose a side. The person who surprised me most by leading his people over with a curt nod to Bones was Ian. I’d been sure he’d take that long walk into the night, what with how he’d been upstaged by Bones twice in the last few months. I glanced at Bones and thought a single sentence: I don’t trust him.

A half shrug was his only response.

When it was finished, roughly seventy percent of the independent Masters had cast their lot with us. The other thirty were only an indication of the opposition. Who knew how many really meant it by standing at our side tonight? Only time would tell.

Pledges made, everyone left the ruins of the house. I hoped Mencheres had insurance, because he’d just lost a shitload of valuables in that detonation. Then again, I didn’t think “undead vendetta” would look like a plausible reason on his homeowner’s policy claim form.

Mencheres, Rattler, Tick Tock, and Zero accompanied Bones and me in our specially equipped SUV. It had bulletproof glass, among other things, and before we turned it on, Zero checked it over for any explosive devices. Fool us once and all that. Spade and Rodney were in charge of our four party spoilers. I was betting they were going to have a long day in front of them.

Once we’d driven off far enough that I wasn’t worried about other undead ears listening, I asked the questions I hadn’t wanted to utter before.

“How did this woman get those vampires to Krispy Kreme themselves? Obviously the humans had to be tranced into becoming walking bombs, but the vampires? It doesn’t seem like their style. ”

Tick Tock was driving. Mencheres rode shotgun, and Bones and I were in the backseat. Good thing this vehicular monstrosity had a third row so that the other three vampires weren’t perched on our laps.

“Likely by holding whomever they love hostage and then threatening wretched torment on them if they refused, ” Bones replied. “Not much else would make a vampire give up their own lives in that way, but we’ll find out for certain when we question the others more fully. ”

I winced. “God, then I can’t really blame them for what they did. Maybe you shouldn’t be so rough on them‑ ”

“Did they come to me with the plot? ” Bones interrupted. “No. I would have tried to assist them and their family if they had, but they didn’t, so they knew the consequences. ”

I didn’t argue further. Vampires played by a whole different set of rules, and for nearly killing Bones…yeah, they deserved what they got.

“Will she really let their families go? ”

Bones shrugged. “It’s in her favor to. Else the threat doesn’t work as well next time. ”

“I hate this shit, ” I grumbled. “Backstabbing. Hostages. Suicide bombings. Family and friends hurt just because they love someone on the wrong side of the fang border. It’s only going to get worse now, isn’t it? ”

“Yes. ”

Most of the time Bones’s honesty was what I loved about him. Then there were the times when I wished he would just fucking lie to me.

I let out a deep sigh. “This puts our wedding on hold. There’s no way we could expect to pull off a shindig like that with everything going on now. In stead of ‘Here Comes the Bride, ’ I’d probably be walking down the aisle to a bunch of ticking noises before a bigboom. ”

“I’m sorry, luv, ” Bones said. “It wouldn’t be safe, not at this time. ”

Not unless we drive straight to a post office and do the honors there, I thought bleakly, then lashed myself for being childish. So we’d have our wedding another time, big deal. Considering how tonight had almost turned out, a canceled wedding should be the least of my concerns.

“So who is this Patra chick, anyway? ” I asked. “Doesn’t make sense that she’d go to such extremes to help my father murder me…and then let her lackey Talisman offer Tate a deal to get me out of the house before it blew. ”

In the front seat, I saw Mencheres tense even as Bones said, “No, it doesn’t, does it, Grandsire? In fact, while I can think of several reasons why Patra would want you dead, and me as well now that I’ve merged lines with you, I don’t have the slightest idea why she’d come after my wife. ”

Something in his tone made me look sharply at him…and then at the silent vampire in the front seat. There was more going on here than met the eye. The tension grew until you could almost see it like a haze.

“It was never about Cat, ” Mencheres said at last.

“Excuse me? ” Now I was pissed. “When someone tries to see you dead, then itis about you in my book. ”

Mencheres didn’t turn around, but kept staring ahead at the highway. “Then your book would be wrong, because there is another reason to kill you. Max and Calibos believed that Bones didn’t care about you, so they thought they could get away with what they did. But Patra knew Bones loved you. Enough that your death would be a crippling blow to him, which would make him easier to kill later. That’s the only reason she aided Max, because she has no interest in you, Cat. Killing you was just a means to get to Bones. ”

Bones muttered a curse even as I burst out, “But why? What didBones do to her? ”

Bones’s face was grim. With the soot and ash smeared all over him, he looked very dangerous.

“I think it’s time you explain, Grandsire. ”

“Everyone envies me my visions, ” Mencheres said with bitterness. “You don’t know what it’s like to be asked why, why, why didn’t I see the earthquake coming, or the tsunami, or the volcano, or the plane crash, or whatever tragic event that claims the lives of those around me. I don’t know what makes some things come to me with diamond‑ sharp clarity, while others are murky, and some are never glimpsed at all. I can only warn what I am sure of…and then wait to see if I’m ignored. ”

I blinked. This was as upset as I’d ever seen Mencheres. His slick‑ as‑ ice exterior was seriously cracked, and he looked like he wanted to put his fist through the windshield. Tick Tock cast him an appraising look out of the corner of his eye, no doubt deciding whether or not to pull over.

“No one is blaming you for what happened tonight, ” Bones said in an even tone. “But you still haven’t answered my question. ”

No, he hadn’t, but he’d done a good job at clouding the issue. Hell, I could barely remember what the question was myself after that outburst. Oh, right, why the really old bitch wanted Bones dead. Focus, Cat!

“I warned Patra many years ago what would happen if she went down a certain path. ” Mencheres’s voice was so low, I had to strain to hear him. “Centuries ago, I saw a vision of a man marrying a woman who was neither human, vampire, nor ghoul, and then the same man wielded the knife that killed Patra. So you see, Bones…as soon as Cat was revealed to be a half‑ breed and you wed her at Ian’s, Patra knew what I’d told her all those years ago had come to pass. So the only way she can avoid that fate is to kill you. ”

“You son of abitch. ” My voice was a furious growl. “You knew Patra would come after Bones with all she had, but you didn’t warn him. You didn’t doany‑ thing! ”

“Kitten, infighting won’t solve anything, ” Bones said, but he didn’t sound pleased, either. “We have to stick together, else we’ll be doing Patra’s work for her. ”

The logic penetrated that red part of my brain that was thinking, Kill! Kill! toward the vampire in the front seat.

Mencheres shook his head. “I’ve had guards watching Bones since that night at Ian’s. The only time I didn’t was when you both were carrying out your missions with your uncle. Furthermore, I…I’d hoped when Patra realized I’d been right, that she’d cease her plots against me. But after what happened to you, I knew she was set on her course. And that is why soon afterward, I made my offer of an alliance with Bones. Without it, do you think either of you would have a chance? ”

Hard words. Bones gave Mencheres that same flat stare. “You’re very right I’m going to kill Patra for what she’s done to my wife. No matter if you plead with me not to. ”

“Why the hell would he? ” I wondered irritably. “Seems to me she wants him dead, too, or she wouldn’t have just barbecued his home hoping he’d be in it along with you. In fact, oh powerful one, why haven’t you taken her out yourself? Can’t you handle her on your own? ”

Mencheres closed his eyes. It was Bones who answered my question.

“There’s more about Patra you don’t know. She chose her vampire name in honor of her mother, one of Egypt’s most famous rulers, and merely shortened it when she changed over. Patra is the daughter of Cleopatra, and Mencheres refuses to kill her…because she’s his wife. ”

TWELVE

MARQUIS WAS A SWINGERS’ BAR WHERES amp; M was in vogue and humans were the minority. To blend in with their anything‑ goes style, I was posing as the third in a trio with Tate and Dave. Bones was here somewhere, but I hadn’t seen him. It was hard enough for me to disguise who I was without walking in arm‑ in‑ arm together.

Not that we were here for kinky fun and games. Even though we were at war with the undead‑ the veryfamous undead, to be precise‑ I still had a job to do. After the deadly fiasco with Belinda, Don hadn’t found another woman to be a replacement for me as bait yet, and this club was reported to be a place several people had disappeared from. Even though it was getting very difficult trying to juggle my job with all the upheaval in my personal life, work waited for no one. Not even the two‑ millennia‑ old daughter of Cleopatra.

I still had a hard time coming to grips with that, but Bones reminded me that people who were remem bered hundreds or even thousands of years after their time were bound to make a lasting impression on their contemporaries. Put like that, I guess it wasn’t such a surprise that some of history’s notables‑ or their offspring, like Patra‑ had been changed over by a vampire or ghoul. But Mencheres hadn’t just changed Patra, he’d also married her a mere few years after turning her. Practically a whirlwind courtship, as far as pulseless couples went. And even worse for him was that while he couldn’t bring himself to kill his estranged wife, she sure didn’t seem to have that same hesitation with him.

To blend in with the Marquis crowd, I’d had a drastic makeover. My hair was streaked with wide black highlights, and my outfit, if it could be called that, looked like a combination ofLast Tango in Paris andAmerican Chopper.

Two black leather circles attached to my breasts by thin metal chains were all that covered me from the waist up. Black leather thong panties were the bottom half, with more chains dangling from my waist in an absurd version of a skirt. Leather‑ topped thigh‑ high stockings embedded with spikes doubled as my hosiery, and I wore solid silver high‑ heeled shoes. All the better to kick the hell out of someone with. I’d gone heavy on the black eye makeup until raccoons and I could pass for cousins. Add numerous chains crisscrossing my arms, and this evening couldn’t end fast enough.

Dave and Tate were dressed with equal heinousness. More black leather, chains, and whips. Either Don’s staff truly had costumes for all possible occasions on hand, or someone at wardrobe had a lot of explaining to do.

We were checked for weapons at the door, all our chains notwithstanding. As usual, my silver shoes went overlooked. Hiding a weapon in plain sight had proven to be very effective. I was ushered in with Tate and Dave without anyone guessing a thing. Let the free‑ for‑ all begin.

The three of us surveyed the interior of the club. Even I, who’d seen a lot, blinked at the spectacle around me.

Couples led each other around by collars, dog‑ walking style. Every other person had a whip. I almost felt left out. In front of us a domestic dispute was going on. A man backhanded his date so hard, blood pearled at her mouth. My abrupt step forward was put on hold when she moaned in pleasure, asking for another blow.

Ew. Well, what did I expect? S amp; M didn’t stand forsoft and mushy.

What almost gave me away as a quasi‑ normal person was my reaction when I got a look at the dance floor. Random beatings aside, which seemed to be the norm, some humans and their undead companions were giving dirty dancing a whole new name.

“Wow, ” Tate whispered. “They’re fuckingright on the dance floor. ”

“I see that. ” There was an edge to my words.

Dave gave me a sideways grin. “Juan will cry at being stuck in the van. If he were here, he’d be screaming, Authenticity’s imperative! and taking his pants down. ”

That relaxed me enough to laugh. “You’re so right. Well, let’s boogey, boys, but keep your pencils in your pockets. We have a job to do. ”

For the next half hour, we grooved while manag ing to do a sweep of the area at the same time. So far, nothing looked murderous, even if it was nasty and rough.

I felt a hum of power nearby. Bones had gotten to be so familiar to me that I knew him by aura alone. As casually as I could manage, I glanced over Dave’s shoulder, seeking him out. My eyes widened when I found him.

Bones was shirtless, those luscious muscles moving under his crystal flesh as he danced. And holy hell, when had he found the time to pierce his nipples? Those rings must be silver; that was the only thing a vampire’s body wouldn’t naturally dispel, but would need to be forced out by willpower instead, which Bones obviously wasn’t doing. Those shiny silver circles drew the eye to his sculpted chest. It took me a minute to even notice his pants, and then I did freeze.

“Keep moving, Cat, ” Dave whispered.

I picked up where I’d left off, staring over Dave’s shoulder as I danced. Bones’s pants were made entirely of thin metal chains linked together. Skin peeked through the gaps whenever he moved, and anyone could tell he wasn’t wearing anything under them. He caught my eye and grinned, running his tongue over his lip slow enough for me to notice that his nipples weren’t the only thing he’d pierced.

I was just starting to get warm all over at the thought of how that spike in his tongue would feel, when a brunette jostled around other people to peer up at Bones, her expression one of delighted shock.

“I don’t believe it, it’s you! Do you remember me? Think Fresno, late eighties. Of course, I was human then. I almost didn’t recognize you with the dark hair, you used to be blond…”

Bones was giving her a glare that would have frozen steel, but she went on, heedless.

“…come here before? I’m here all the time, and I can show you theprivate party area. ”

Bones lost his annoyed look at once and beamed at her. “Priscilla, wasn’t it? Of course I remember you, my lovely. Private area, you say? Show me. ”

Bones let her drag him off to the side. Tate watched, a faintly disgusted curl to his lips.

“Don’t you get sick of it? How half the women he runs into have had a piece of him? ”

I ignored that and focused on Bones and Priscilla. Bones was telling her I was on the menu for tonight, if that private area was discreet enough for dining.

“It is, ” Priscilla was saying as she ran her hands over him. “I can’t wait to fuck you now that I’m a vampire. You were so amazing before, and it’ll only be better…”

My teeth ground together. Tate just let out a knowing snort.

Priscilla pulled Bones’s mouth down to hers next. I knew I should look away, but I couldn’t. Nor could I leap across the dance floor and pummel her into a mass of goo, which is what I really wanted to do. But if I did, I might as well grab a bullhorn and announce myself. So I watched Bones kiss her with a thoroughness that had my nails ripping into my palms. It’s not real, just like it’s not real when you have to romance targets on a job, I reminded myself.

But it hurt like it was real, making me wonder how Bones stood it when the situation was reversed and it was me French‑ kissing and getting feely with other men. At least he grabbed Priscilla’s hand to stop her when the tramp reached for the front of his pants.

“Soon, sweet, after I’ve eaten, ” Bones told her in a sensual purr. “Wouldn’t want to be distracted, would I? ”

Bones propelled her back toward our little group.

“This is William, ” he said with a nod to Dave, still in my arms. “The rest aren’t worthy of names, ” he finished, indicating me and Tate.

Priscilla ran a finger over his chest. “What’s yours? You never did tell me. ”

He brought her hand to his lips. “I’ll tell you afterward. ”

My teeth ground again, but I didn’t say anything.

“Follow me, ” Priscilla said. “This way. ”

His former promiscuity is finally coming in handy, I thought darkly as we approached the entryway into the hidden room. This would have taken time to find on our own.

It was concealed underneath the unused bar in the far corner. You stepped behind a half wall and lifted the false cabinet to reveal stairs. They traveled down, the noise from the revelers and music masking the sounds below. Something thumped in the room beyond the narrow passage, rising and falling with increasing volume as we approached.

“Welcome. ” Priscilla smiled as she opened the door. “To the real Marquis. ”

The room wasn’t large, but it was filled from top to bottom with unnatural devices of every kind. Manacles hung from the walls, the cuffs attached to them stained with blood. We stepped past benches of a variety I never wanted to know about, straps and buckles worn from repeated use. A wheel? I didn’t even want to guess what that was for.

The thumping noise we’d heard turned out to be the flogging of a couple tied to one of the welded poles. They were faced away from their tormentor, foreheads smacking into the pole with every blow, and from the looks of them, they weren’t enjoying their punishment.

The whip master paused in his measured staccato to glance up at us. He was a vampire, roughly two hundred from the feel of his aura.

“What have you brought me, Priscilla? ”

Another vampire lounged on the nearby couch, drinking from the neck of an unconscious woman on his lap.

“Guests, Anre, ” she said.

He rested his sherry‑ colored eyes over me. “I’ll take her. It will be a pleasure to mark her flawless skin. ” Next he considered Bones. “You look familiar, have we met? ”

Bones gave him a cold smile. “Not formally, but we did run into each other in London, round 1890, when I was looking for a bloke named Renard. Recall me now? I took his head but left you the rest of him. ”

Anre lowered his whip. Realization bloomed on his features, and then he shot Priscilla a truly evil glare.

“You idiot, do you know who this is? ”

Priscilla gave Bones a confused look. Her distraction gave me the chance‑ and the great satisfaction‑ to knock her down and then ram my silver‑ heeled shoe right through her heart.

“She pissed me off for the last time, ” I said to no one in particular.

The vampire on the couch, watching this exchange with alarm, froze over his victim’s neck. I lunged at him next. The girl was snatched from his hands and thrown to Dave while I head‑ butted the vamp with brutal force. He was stunned for a moment. Just long enough for me to jab the heel of my shoe into his heart and straight out through his back.

Anre began to back away, although there was nowhere for him to go. Tate and Dave were behind him, Bones and me in front of him.

“Please don’t kill me, I have done nothing to you, ” he whimpered.

“Bloody hell, show some dignity. You’re an embarrassment to the race, ” Bones chided him.

“Tate, get the unhappy couple, ” I directed him.

Tate went over to them, slashed his palm, and clapped it across each of their mouths. Soon their welts disappeared. Then he untied them from the pole, herding them well out of the way of the other bodies.

Anre held out a hand to Bones. “You have no cause to harm me. You want the humans? They’re yours. ”

I shook my head. Wasn’t it always the bullies who feared retaliation the most?

“You’re afraid of him, but it’s me you need to worry about. ”

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