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infamous library.” She slid the cloth around his chin and neck, wiping off the dried blood. “You do have such a thing, don’t you?”
    “A biography of you? Yes.”
    “What does it say?” she asked, intrigued.
    “That you were turned in 1801 by a vampire called Aranyi—not a particularly old or strong vampire—who was killed by hunters a year later. You then dropped out of sight for decades, and only came to our notice again two years ago when we discovered the Angel Club, which we now believe you’ve owned since around 1807, certainly since before Maximilian went into exile, because he gave you the building, carved the angel over the door, and helped you enchant the whole place. You gave allegiance to Zoltán while he led the east European vampires but switched to Saloman’s camp when he was awakened, before Zoltán was killed. There are no known atrocities or crimes against your name, and the Angel is permitted to exist because you run it with strict adherence to your own rules, which also suit the hunters.”
    She felt his gaze on her as she stood up and returned the cloth to the bathroom.
    “Is it accurate?” he asked with apparent curiosity.
    “It isn’t inaccurate,” she admitted, sitting on the bed once more and reaching for her whisky.
    He smiled lopsidedly. “Only because it doesn’t say much,” he guessed shrewdly.
    “It’s still more than I know of you.”
    “Which is?”
    She sipped the whisky, savoring the slow, burning trickle down her throat. “That you’re a hunter, one of the so-called first team, and you’re Elizabeth’s friend. Saloman likes you.”
    He looked slightly surprised by that statement but made no comment. So she added, “You’re a scientist. You developed detection units that can spot vampire presence, even Ancient vampires like Saloman.”
    His lips quirked. “I hope there’s more to both of us.”
    “I think we already established that.”
    The smile in his eyes seemed to draw her in, conspire with her. But she wasn’t ready for that.
    She stood abruptly. “Make yourself comfortable. Sleep. I won’t kill you now.” Although I wouldn’t mind a bite, a drink of that delicious hunter blood…
    There was nothing he wanted more than sleep. Not even sex. It was in every line of his exhausted body as well as his eyes as he protested, “I can’t take your bed.”
    “I’m pretty much a nighttime person,” she said dryly.
    Unexpectedly, he leaned forward and caught her hand. “Give me the excuse. Stay here with me.” His lips curved. “I’ll leave the stake in my pocket.”
    She was as aware as he of the jacket and the stake. Unless he was talking of the one in his pants, which should also, undoubtedly, stay where it was. For both their sakes. Pity, but there it was.
    She sat back down on the bed, leaned against the pillows.
    He said, “I have so many questions I want to ask you.”
    At last. Finally, he was prepared to reveal why he’d come to her in the first place. And yet she only said, “They can wait.”
    “I guess they can.” The hunter’s heavy eyelids closed, flickered, and stayed closed.
    Angyalka waited until he fell into a deep, exhausted sleep. She didn’t mind. She rather liked the feel of the hot, human body so close to her. And when she judged he wouldn’t wake up, she unfastened his jeans, and slid them down his legs. You’d never have known from looking at them that he hadn’t walked for three months and more. At full strength, he was a formidable hunter. She’d made a mistake once. Watching him slouch in behind his colleagues, the arrogant blond leader and the feisty Mihaela, she’d judged him by his unassuming, quiet appearance . None of them had reached Saloman, but only István had stopped her.
    She pulled the quilt up over his lean body with curious reluctance. He may have been quiet, but he was handsome in a physically careless, cerebral way that in Angyalka’s world was unusual.
    In a rare moment of tenderness, she