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the trash because I needed to do something other than look at him.
    “Why do you fear me? I am no different than Lorcan or Eva or any of the other vampires who share my abilities.”
    “Lorcan was cured, so he’s not a beast anymore. And Eva isn’t a werewolf.”
    His eyes widened. “They didn’t tell you.”
    I frowned, not really wanting to know what I hadn’t been told.
    “The cure for the Taint comes from the blood of royal lycanthropes,” he said quietly. “But there is a side effect. The vampires who survive the cure retain the ability to shape-shift.”
    He sure sounded like he believed the malarkey coming out of his mouth. My friends would’ve told me the truth about something so important. Yet the werewolf side effect would explain why the Consortium hadn’t released the cure to all vampires seeking it.
    “Is that what happened to you?” I asked.
    “No.” He grimaced. “I was born with this … anomaly.”
    A lycanthrope born with vampire tendencies? How in the world had such a thing happened? I didn’t know what to believe or how to feel. Well, okay. I was insanely attracted to Gabriel, which upset me far more than his unusual parentage. Even now, though I was scared of him, I wanted to touch him. I wanted to make him feel better. Damn. His wounds had not closed. Blood flowed onto the chair and pooled around its base.
    “Why haven’t you healed?” I asked.
    “Demon scratches are poisonous, even to mutants such as I.” His words held bitterness. He sucked in a sharp breath and squeezed his eyes shut. “You shouldn’t be alone. You’re not safe.”
    That’s right. Darrius was supposed to be watching me. Then I realized he’d probably gone off after Wilson. Good dog. “Why did you risk coming here again?”
    His eyes flickered open. “To claim you.”
    “I’m not checked baggage.” I put my hands on my hips and looked him over. All Gabriel needed was a little blood to help him heal. I really wanted to get closer to him—and that uncontrollable urge to be near him confused me. Terrified me.
    I looked at Nonna and Dottie floating above us, hanging on to every word. “Find something else to do,” I told them. For a minute, they looked as if they might protest. Nonna rolled her eyes and Dottie sighed, then pop, they were gone.
    Uneasy, I approached Gabriel. He watched me, his expression solemn. I gripped the armrests, leaned down, and offered my neck. His lips brushed my skin. I felt electrified by that single, soft touch. Then his fangs sank into my neck and he drank.
    Oh, God. My fingernails dug into the vinyl as I tried to keep my balance. Heat pulsed through me, and desire exploded. I wanted to crawl onto Gabriel’s lap and devour him.
    I don’t remember my Turning; few of us Turn-bloods did. I couldn’t recall drinking from my Master. Since then, I’ve never had a reason to share my blood with another vampire.
    I didn’t know the sensations were so erotic. Vaguely, I wondered about my donors—if they always felt this intense rush of pleasure when I drank from them. Did this terrible, aching need build within them? Was I experiencing normal reactions? Or was I responding to Gabriel?
    Delicious, beautiful, dangerous Gabriel.
    I couldn’t stop myself. I maneuvered onto his lap, my legs dangling off the sides of the chair. I didn’t care about the blood staining my jeans and shirt. I pressed closer, my hands clutching at his broad shoulders.
    His hands cupped my buttocks, and he brought me against the hard-on bulging in his jeans.
    I moaned. He felt so good, so right. I never wanted this moment to end.
    Then it did.
    “No!” I couldn’t bear for him to stop. Damn it!
    His fangs receded, but his lips stayed on that spot. His tongue flicked across my neck. Lust burned bright and hot.
    I cupped his face and kissed him. His lips were soft, plump. He tasted like blood and that reminded me that I hadn’t eaten, either. The coppery taste inflamed me. As our tongues thrust against