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thought that Tiny might find her attractive. She hadn’t taken the time to read his thoughts herself but thought perhaps she should. If he was as interested as she was, it boded well for her intention to seduce him. She would just have to be careful not to accidentally control his mind in bed if she got too excited. Marguerite would probably be upset if she did.
    “So, am I going to continue to grow, or am I going to be stuck looking fourteen forever?” Stephanie asked suddenly, still peering enviously over Mirabeau’s figure.
    Mirabeau’s eyebrows rose, surprise sliding through her. The girl had been turned about six months ago. She would have expected her to know the answer to those kinds of questions already.
    “Well, Dani doesn’t know much about it,” Stephanie pointed out, reading her mind without apology. “Every time I ask her a question, she has to go ask Decker, then they get distracted and its hours or sometimes even the next day before I get my answer, so I just stopped asking her.”
    “Hmm.” Mirabeau almost asked why she didn’t ask someone else, but then realized the only other female usually at the enforcer house was Sam, who was also a newly turned life mate likely to get distracted when she went in search of the answer. Mirabeau herself was probably the first unmated female immortal Stephanie had been around long enough to ask the questions.
    “Right,” she said calmly, moving back to sit on the bed again, determined to answer any questions she could. “You’ll grow so long as you continue to feed regularly. Once you reach your peak adult condition, you’ll stop aging and look somewhere between twenty-five and thirty forever.”
    Stephanie considered that. “How often is regularly?”
    Mirabeau hesitated, then said, “It’s best to feed in small bouts about every three hours until you’re about twenty-five.”
    “Like a baby,” she said with disgust.
    “Basically, yes,” Mirabeau said with amusement, then noted the girl’s pallor, and asked, “When did you last eat?”
    Stephanie grimaced, but reluctantly admitted, “Before we left for the wedding.”
    Mirabeau glanced at the clock. It was almost two o’clock now. Well past time the girl fed again.
    “Lucian said there was blood in the SUV,” Stephanie said helpfully. “We can feed before we leave in the morning.”
    Mirabeau was silent. Lucian had told her that as well as he’d ushered her to the secret panel in the church. The SUV would be the easiest source of blood at the moment, especially since Stephanie had no fangs. The simplest thing would be to head out as soon as Tiny had finished his shower, retrieve the SUV, feed, and head out of the city. It was probably the safest thing to do as well.
    “No,” Stephanie protested at once, reading her thoughts. “You said we could nap. Surely I can wait a couple of hours? I’ll have twice my usual dosage when we get to the SUV.” The wheedling tone of voice and the fact that she called it dosage suggested the girl usually had trouble feeding. Mirabeau supposed she shouldn’t be surprised. Raised as a mortal, the girl was no doubt having trouble getting past the fact that she was having to drink blood at all. She probably resisted it and had to be urged to drink the stuff. Mirabeau suspected she would resist less now that she knew it was necessary for her body to mature properly. No girl wanted to be flat-chested forever.
    “Okay, I did say you could nap before we left,” she said soothingly. “I’ll run over and pick up the SUV while Tiny showers. You can have some blood, we’ll all nap, and head out in the morning as planned.”
    Mirabeau started for the door, but paused before she reached it as she recalled where she’d put the keys Lucian had given her. Without a purse on hand or a pocket in the bridesmaid’s dress, she’d merely tucked them into her bra. It was a handy-dandy little naturally made pocket she occasionally utilized in a pinch. However, the bra was