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Authors: Katie MacAlister
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his gaze had the power to scorch me.
"What's wrong? You feeling faint again?" Roxy studied me with a worried eye.
I shook my head. "No. Just suffering delusional episodes. Nothing to write home about."
She frowned. "What are you babbling about now? Are you feeling OK or aren't you? If you want me to help you up to your room, just let me know."
"I'm fine," I reassured her and flashed Arielle what was bound to be a frighteningly insane smile. "Maybe just a bit tired, but OK. Just ignore me while I have my breakdown."
She leaned back against her chair and gave me a "wait till I get you later" look. Her attention was quickly pulled to other, more interesting things when Dominic strutted over with Tanya on his arm. I wanted to turn my head to see if Raphael was coming our way, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't need any more episodes of the sympathetic whatever-it-was I felt around him.
"Roxy," I leaned across the table and hissed through my teeth as Dominic made a production of sweeping Tanya's chair with (what else) a black handkerchief.
"Huh?" She turned reluctantly to look at me. "What?"
"Is he heading this way?"
Her eyes wandered over to Dominic, who had turned to answer a question from someone at a nearby table.
"No, not him, the other one. The big one." I almost said the real one , but stopped myself in time. I did not believe in vampires.
Roxy's gaze swept the room, then settled on me. "Why do you ask?"
I tried to shrug, but my skin still felt burned. "No particular reason."
"He's tall."
"So?"
"You're tall, too."
"Did you take all your medication this morning?" I asked snidely.
She grinned. "I was just asking. I thought maybe you might have a thing for him."
Me? With a possible bloodsucking monster? "Not on your tintype, Nelly! I don't even know the guy!"
Her grin widened. "Awfully vehement, aren't you?"
"Stop it."
"OK."
She kept smiling at me. I glared at her.
"Hey, Joy?"
I decided to ignore her. I'd take just a peek, one little itty-bitty peek and see if he was still staring at me. If the burn on my skin was any sign, he was.
He wasn't. He wasn't at the bar counter, he wasn't anywhere I could see at all. Damn.
"Joy?"
I casually turned to look in the other direction. Dominic was handing out flyers to the tables nearest us, but there was no sign of a big, dark man who could potentially, if I wasn't insane or drugged, be a vampire. Vampire , my mind echoed in an extremely annoying fashion.
I decided insanity was the better choice.
"Joy!"
"What?" I snapped, looking back at her.
"He's right behind you."
I jumped back so fast I knocked the chair over, myself with it, cracking my head on the floor in the process. The last thing I remember before sinking into an inky black pool of oblivion was the group of people who gathered around to look down at me. One pair of eyes stood out from all the rest; they were amber—clear, brilliant amber.
"Unearthly," I sighed, and let the blackness claim me.
Oblivion wasn't nearly what it was cut out to be, so I made the visit a short one and regained my wits as soon as possible. Once I realized where I was, I felt a pang of homesickness for the state of unconsciousness. I did a quick survey of my body, and discovered I was sitting on the cold floor, propped up against something hard and warm. Something that breathed. Slowly I turned my head to look at who it was. Raphael's amber eyes met mine.
Vampire.
I closed my eyes, leaning into the shoulder that supported me, unable to keep from breathing in his scent. It was a heady mixture of the spicy tang of a healthy male and the faint, lingering scent of soap. Vampire or not, I couldn't help but be thankful he wasn't one of those men who liked to douse themselves in cologne and aftershave.
"Joy? Her eyes were open, weren't they?" Roxy asked. Reluctantly I started to pull away from the warm body behind me. An arm locked around my waist kept me from leaving him. The gesture warmed my heart in an odd
"What's wrong? You feeling faint again?" Roxy studied me with a worried eye.
I shook my head. "No. Just suffering delusional episodes. Nothing to write home about."
She frowned. "What are you babbling about now? Are you feeling OK or aren't you? If you want me to help you up to your room, just let me know."
"I'm fine," I reassured her and flashed Arielle what was bound to be a frighteningly insane smile. "Maybe just a bit tired, but OK. Just ignore me while I have my breakdown."
She leaned back against her chair and gave me a "wait till I get you later" look. Her attention was quickly pulled to other, more interesting things when Dominic strutted over with Tanya on his arm. I wanted to turn my head to see if Raphael was coming our way, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't need any more episodes of the sympathetic whatever-it-was I felt around him.
"Roxy," I leaned across the table and hissed through my teeth as Dominic made a production of sweeping Tanya's chair with (what else) a black handkerchief.
"Huh?" She turned reluctantly to look at me. "What?"
"Is he heading this way?"
Her eyes wandered over to Dominic, who had turned to answer a question from someone at a nearby table.
"No, not him, the other one. The big one." I almost said the real one , but stopped myself in time. I did not believe in vampires.
Roxy's gaze swept the room, then settled on me. "Why do you ask?"
I tried to shrug, but my skin still felt burned. "No particular reason."
"He's tall."
"So?"
"You're tall, too."
"Did you take all your medication this morning?" I asked snidely.
She grinned. "I was just asking. I thought maybe you might have a thing for him."
Me? With a possible bloodsucking monster? "Not on your tintype, Nelly! I don't even know the guy!"
Her grin widened. "Awfully vehement, aren't you?"
"Stop it."
"OK."
She kept smiling at me. I glared at her.
"Hey, Joy?"
I decided to ignore her. I'd take just a peek, one little itty-bitty peek and see if he was still staring at me. If the burn on my skin was any sign, he was.
He wasn't. He wasn't at the bar counter, he wasn't anywhere I could see at all. Damn.
"Joy?"
I casually turned to look in the other direction. Dominic was handing out flyers to the tables nearest us, but there was no sign of a big, dark man who could potentially, if I wasn't insane or drugged, be a vampire. Vampire , my mind echoed in an extremely annoying fashion.
I decided insanity was the better choice.
"Joy!"
"What?" I snapped, looking back at her.
"He's right behind you."
I jumped back so fast I knocked the chair over, myself with it, cracking my head on the floor in the process. The last thing I remember before sinking into an inky black pool of oblivion was the group of people who gathered around to look down at me. One pair of eyes stood out from all the rest; they were amber—clear, brilliant amber.
"Unearthly," I sighed, and let the blackness claim me.
Oblivion wasn't nearly what it was cut out to be, so I made the visit a short one and regained my wits as soon as possible. Once I realized where I was, I felt a pang of homesickness for the state of unconsciousness. I did a quick survey of my body, and discovered I was sitting on the cold floor, propped up against something hard and warm. Something that breathed. Slowly I turned my head to look at who it was. Raphael's amber eyes met mine.
Vampire.
I closed my eyes, leaning into the shoulder that supported me, unable to keep from breathing in his scent. It was a heady mixture of the spicy tang of a healthy male and the faint, lingering scent of soap. Vampire or not, I couldn't help but be thankful he wasn't one of those men who liked to douse themselves in cologne and aftershave.
"Joy? Her eyes were open, weren't they?" Roxy asked. Reluctantly I started to pull away from the warm body behind me. An arm locked around my waist kept me from leaving him. The gesture warmed my heart in an odd
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