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Slaughter Creek on the outskirts of Austin, Jack chuckled and observed how appropriate it was for vampires. “I see why their slogan is Keep Austin Weird.”
    Cowboy Austin was not amused, so the rest of the ride was in silence until we arrived at an office building near downtown. The entrance had a sign with what looked like three red raindrops, and I realized I’d seen that symbol before on the Movement’s establishments in San Antonio. Must be a universal vamp blood bank donation sign for those in the know, kind of like the green cross for medical marijuana dispensaries.
    We followed Alejandro’s car into the gated underground garage and the five of us plus Fang got out and stretched. Alejandro, Austin, and Vincent looked all dressed up in their business suits. When Vincent gave Jack and me a subtle up and down sneer, he managed to make me feel scruffy. Oh, well, I didn’t have anything resembling a suit and wouldn’t wear it even if I did. So, I smiled at him like it didn’t matter.
    Alejandro didn’t seem to care. Gathering us together, he said, “We are the guest of another vampire, in her territory. Ms. Shapiro, Mr. Grady, I don’t expect you to know our customs, and they won’t expect you to, either. I would ask you, though, to keep quiet and follow my lead.”
    I shrugged. “Okay, I’ll be good.” But I didn’t let on that when I’d gotten out of the car, I’d tucked a bit of wooden insurance in the back waistband of my jeans, just in case. It was covered with my vest.
    We all piled into the elevator and Alejandro spoke briefly with someone on the intercom, then we took the elevator to the top. But instead of revealing a cubicle farm, the opening doors showed a sumptuous apartment that must have taken up the entire penthouse. The walls and floors looked like they were made of cream-colored marble with veins of gold, and there were gilded cherubs, scrolls, flowers and other gold crap all over the walls and furniture. The windows were draped in heavy, emerald-green silk, and the striped cushions on the carved and gilded furniture matched.
    WHOA. IT LOOKS LIKE LOUIS THE FOURTEENTH THREW UP IN HERE, Fang said.
    I had to agree. Not a style I’d go for. But it was a perfect frame for the woman I’d just noticed. She lounged on a settee in the middle of the room, her long flowing red hair, creamy complexion and emerald slip dress beautifully complemented by the carefully designed room. She was stunning, and she knew it. Even the four hunks surrounding her, in skin-baring black leather vests and pants, seemed to have been chosen for their ability to complement her and the room. Though to me, they resembled rejects from an erotic romance cover shoot.
    Cliché much?
    “Alejandro,” she crooned and languidly raised one milky-white arm toward him, her wrist limp.
    Alejandro apparently knew his duty, for he glided over to her, dropped to one knee and kissed the outstretched hand. “Lisette, how good to see you again.”
    Gag me.
    GUESS WE KNOW NOW WHY THEY LEFT ROSA AT HOME, Fang quipped.
    Yeah. I couldn’t suppress a grin and Austin shot me a warning look. I shrugged and tried to cultivate a serious expression. It was difficult, though, with this silly farce playing out before us. Jack didn’t seem to think so, though. He appeared fascinated by it all, especially Lisette.
    Her four attendants, good-looking blonds all from the same cookie cutter, didn’t look so happy. I privately labeled them Tweedledee, Tweedledum, Tweedledumber and just plain Twee. Mr. Dum, especially, looked as though he wanted to rip Alejandro’s throat out for touching Lisette. Twee looked more interested in Austin.
    Speaking of Austin, he became the object of Lisette’s attention now. She slinked up off the lounge and undulated toward him with a predatory gleam in her eye, looking like a real-life version of Jessica Rabbit, the sexy cartoon bombshell from Roger Rabbit .
    SHE’S NOT BAD, SHE’S JUST DRAWN THAT WAY, Fang said with