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allowing you to live.” Rathe advanced, his eyes locked on Stan.
    “Bullshit. Rathe Romulas never lets a vamp live.
I’ll tell ya what, I’ll just take this here little morsel with me, insurance so
you’s not—” She rammed her elbow into his stomach, winning her freedom, and
dropped to her knees just as Rathe swung, chopping off Stan’s head. Beside her,
Stan’s body crumpled, and green blood squirted everywhere.
    Rathe pulled her to her feet. “Did they bite you?”
He didn’t wait for her to answer, checking her neck.
    “No, they didn’t scratch me either.”
    “Did you get their blood in your mouth, eyes?”
    “Huh?”
    “Hold out your hands.” Green blood was on her
hands!
    “Get it off me!”
    He reached into his coat pocket, withdrawing a
flask. He uncorked it and poured the clear liquid onto her hands. At first it
hurt, burning as the blood bubbled like it was hit with hydrogen peroxide. He
handed her a handkerchief, and she wiped off her hands. No burn marks.
    Dribbling the liquid down his sword, the blood on
it bubbled and disappeared. Laying his sword on the hood of the SUV, he took
the flask and sprinkled the liquid on the bodies and heads. Carl and Stan’s flesh
ignited like crepe paper before exploding into flames. The bodies burned as if
gasoline had been poured onto them, only hotter — way hotter. The wind rose and
carried away the ashes.
    “I told you to be careful! Why didn’t you lock
yourself into the car?” Rathe’s black eyes blazed, becoming white-hot in his
anger. “Dammit, woman, their bite is highly infectious! Just one nick of their
teeth and you would have turned. I warned you about the dangers concerning the
Damned.”
    “I tried, but I-I couldn’t inside the car.”
    Swearing, Rathe took her by the shoulders and kissed
her.

Chapter Four

 
    They dared to
touch her!
    Crushing her soft lips under his, Rathe savagely kissed
her, forcing her to feel his anger, the scare of seeing her held by the Damned
had done to him. Stabbing his tongue, forcing her to open her mouth, he devoured
her. Her arms crept around his neck; Mariah took his anger and spun it into
desire. Easing his grip, he gave and she took, and he felt her entwine around
him in a sensual wave. He never, ever, wanted to stop kissing her.
    When she eased back, he sought to bring her
closer. She shook her head and looked at the sky. “Did we cause that by just
kissing?”
    Confused by her question, he heard the crack of
thunder and jerked his head up to see lightening slash downward, hitting the
desert floor. Clouds of dirt erupted. Thunder replied with deafening
repercussion. In all its glorious fury, the storm consumed the sky above them.
    “Son-of-a-bitch!” Rathe held out his hand,
‘willing’ the storm to scatter. Never in his life had he summoned a storm
merely by his emotions, sending the elements protesting his need for the small,
human female!
    Glaring at her, he growled, “Woman, you are
positively lethal to my very sanity. Let's go.”
    Pissed at losing control of his emotions — again, he
jerked open Mariah's door for her, and when she was in, he grabbed his sword.
Around the back of SUV, he opened the tailgate and slid his sword in into the
scabbard, hiding it underneath the black duffle bag he kept in the car. Taking
off his jacket, he tossed it in and shut the tailgate. Stomping back to the
driver’s side, he got in and slammed shut his door. He started the engine and
sat there, gripping the steering wheel till his knuckles turned white. Anger
burned red-hot to the point where he did not trust himself to speak.
      “Rathe, I
didn’t ask for those men to attack me! I’m sorry you broke the treaty to defend
me, but this is not my fault.” Mariah watched him nervously.
    He drew back, surprised. Her eyes had changed! No
longer violet, they’d lightened to amethyst, the inner ring a lighter shade.
    The Change.
    “Rathe, what’s wrong?”
    “You need to eat.” He drove back to