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young enough to be his great, great, great, great granddaughter. Come to think of it, that was probably not enoughgreats.
    He was being a fool. All he had to do was talk to her. Convince her to quit slaying. Getting her to like him wasn’t on the agenda. She would never like him. Why torture himself by longing for the impossible?
    “Och, ’tis you.” Ian spoke behind him.
    Angus quickly dropped his kilt and turned to greet Ian. “I’ve just returned.”
    Ian nodded, his gaze dropping to Angus’s lopsided sporran. “I thought I heard some noise up here.” His gaze shifted to the sack of stakes on the desk.
    Angus removed his pewter flask from his sporran, using the opportunity to straighten the leather bag. “I was just about to refill my flask. Would ye like a wee dram?”
    “Aye. Thank ye for offering. Most Vamps would not.”
    Angus headed toward the mini-bar. “Why wouldn’t I?”
    Ian snorted. “Roman’s ex-harem opened a racy vampire club, and the damned bouncer there says I’m too young to go in.”
    “Ridiculous.” Angus located his bottle of Blissky and unscrewed the top. “Ye’re almost as old as I am.”
    “No one believes it.”
    Angus glanced at his old friend with the smooth, youthful face. He’d found Ian fatally wounded on the battlefield of Solway Moss in 1542, and he’d transformed him there in the dark, amidst the groans of dying soldiers. What else could he have done? Leave a fifteen-year-old to die? At the time, it had seemed a terrible, tragic waste of youth, and Angus had thought he was doing the young soldier a great favor. But he had trapped Ian for all eternity with the face of a boy.
    Angus sighed as he poured himself and Ian a glass. It just went to show him. Interfering with mortals was always messy and tainted with regret. He should never allow himself any sort of feelings for Emma Wallace.
    “So, I take it ye found the slayer?” Ian peeked into the sack on the desk. “Are these her stakes?”
    “Aye.” Angus refilled his flask with Blissky. Bugger. His bottle was almost empty. “She tried to use a few of them on me.”
    “Really?” Ian’s eyes widened. “Are ye all right?”
    “Aye, I’m fine.” Angus carried the two glasses back to the desk and offered one to Ian. “But I’m having trouble convincing her I’m a nice guy.”
    Ian laughed. “Why am I no’ surprised? Ye do have a fierce look about ye. Maybe I should talk to her.” His grin faded. “No one ever thinks I’m scary.”
    Angus patted him on the back. “They fear ye on the battlefield.” He downed his glass and winced. Bloody strong stuff. But it would take the edge off his hunger for blood. And his lust for Emma Wallace.
    He upended the bag and dumped some of Emma’s stakes on the desk. He picked one up and read the wordMum .
    Ian grimaced. “Nasty things. They look verra sharp.”
    “Aye, they can kill us.” Angus picked up another stake.Dad . Bugger. No wonder she hated vampires so much.
    Ian motioned to the computer. “There are some e-mails waiting for ye in the inbox. From Mikhail inMoscow .”
    “Och, good.” Angus circled the desk and sat in front of the computer. He’d downloaded Emma’s personnel file the night before. He’d learned a lot of interesting information, most importantly that her parents had been murdered inMoscow six years earlier. He had e-mailed his Russian operative for more information.
    Given the time difference, Mikhail would now be in his death-sleep, but he’d e-mailed earlier to report on his findings. He had teleported into the police station in the middle of the night and copied the report on file. He’d attached the report. The first attachment was the report in Russian; the second one, Mikhail’s translation of it into English.
    Mikhail had done a thorough job. He’d sent a second e-mail an hour later that included a translation of the coroner’s report and a copy of the crime scene photo. According to the coroner, both victims had suffered