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solitude.
Tiptoeing into the bathroom, she found a stack of neatly folded towels and
draped one over the warming rack as she waited for the shower to heat. The blood
bonding had been unlike anything she d experienced before. She d had some pretty
decent orgasms with Jeff. Still, nothing compared to the absolute intimacy of joining,
body, mind, and spirit.
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Blood bonding& she d allowed a vampire to drink her blood. She turned to the
wide mirror above the double sinks and gathered her hair away from her neck. The
wound was hardly noticeable, two small puncture marks, but the significance left her
shaken. Vampires were real and she was caught in the middle of a centuries old rivalry.
Out of all the women in the world Etoro had singled her out, led her to Rafe with a
string of dead bodies scattered like breadcrumbs upon the ground. There had to be a
reason. None of this was random. But what? She wasn t the only human with psychic
abilities and she hadn t known Rafe before tonight.
I can see he drank from you, a female spoke from directly behind Jessie, but
did you drink from him?
Jessie snatched the towel from the warming rack as she turned around. Before
Jessie could do more than gasp, purple light flashed in the woman s eyes. An invisible
fist closed around Jessie s throat. Her mouth gaped and she clutched her neck.
Don t make a sound.
The pressure lessened, allowing her to breathe. Torn between shock and fury,
Jessie searched for a weapon, a heavy object, a plunger, anything she could use to
defend herself. Her throat ached, her larynx paralyzed. Her attacker had incapacitated
her with a glance. How was a plunger going to help?
Did he feed you his blood? Her tone snapped with impatience.
Jessie studied the intruder, memorizing her features and the unique cadence of
her voice. Petite, almost waif-like, vivid blue eyes dominated her heart-shaped face.
Who are you? Her bruised throat burned with each word.
Who I am is unimportant. Answer my question and I ll leave.
Rafe said the house was shielded. How had this person gotten past his security?
Jessie clutched the towel to her chest, exasperated by her helplessness.
Are you daft or just annoying? Did you drink his blood?
Jessie shook her head.
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How much does your tall, blond friend mean to you? She smiled, a cold, cruel
bowing of her lips. Don t try to answer, just listen carefully. You must convince Rafe to
transform you or Dalton dies.
Threats never sat well with Jessie. She lunged forward, abandoning modesty in
favor of action. The woman disappeared before Jessie could touch her. Laughter echoed
in the room.
Is that the best you can do? Jessie spun around and found the woman behind
her. I thought you were a bad-ass ex-cop.
This had to be Natalie, unless Rafe had more skeletons in his closet. What do
you want? She mouthed the words more than speaking them, little sound escaped her
throat.
I told you. Convince Rafe to transform you. Her eyes glowed menacingly. If
you tell him about our conversation, I ll torture your friend before I kill him. Do you
understand?
Livid, Jessie bent down and picked up the towel. How does she benefit if Rafe
transforms me?
Just see that it s done, she snapped.
Was she transmitting her thoughts or did the blood bond make her mind
accessible to any vampire? How do I know you won t kill Dalton anyway?
Natalie smirked. You don t.
She faded from sight and Jessie flew for the door, wrapping the towel around her
as she went. She made it to the bed before Natalie s threat stopped her. If Natalie could
appear inside the house it was likely she could see and hear what went on.
Fuck! What the hell am I supposed to do?
Rafe stirred, rolling onto his back. What s wrong? He rubbed his face and
blinked repeatedly. Why are you shouting?
Tormented by indecision, Jessie paced beside the bed. One wrong move and
Dalton died. If Natalie was telling the truth! Jessie hurried around the bed and grabbed
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the phone off the nightstand, frantically punching in the number for Dalton s cell
phone.
Rafe sat and reached for her hand. She kept her eyes averted.
Who are you calling?
The call went straight to voice mail. Shit! She tossed the cordless receiver in the
general direction of the nightstand and turned to Rafe.
What s going on? You re white as a sheet.
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