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felt anything. If not for Dumas and Didios heading straight for Teaghan the moment he arrived to take out the rogue, she wouldn’t have known the twins had necromancers with them. True, no enforcer was supposed to hunt without a necromancer, but it wouldn’t have been the first time an enforcer disobeyed that particular mandate.
    Leslie’s power boost, which put him on level with a middle-high class and announced his presence—though not his exact location—to any necromancer in the vicinity meant he’d tasted vampire blood.
    Jeliyah had put her necromes in full deactivation two seconds after Teaghan decapitated Dumas. She didn’t want anyone feeling her power the way she had felt Leslie’s. She was in no hurry to be bled, despite what Teaghan might think. Since she hadn’t been in a hurry to die either—and she was sure Dumas would have killed her after Teaghan—she’d decided to do the one thing that would keep them both alive.
    The car door opening jarred her awake. She looked up at Teaghan, who loomed over her. Without a word, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the new hotel room. How long had she been sleeping that she had missed him checking in to a new hotel?
    The sun rising in the distance was her answer. They’d left the club around three in the morning. That meant it was past six. She’d gotten an hour-long nap, if that much. At least it felt as if she’d gotten more. She attributed that to Teaghan’s blood in her system.
    While she could walk on her own, it felt good letting him carry her. She enjoyed the ride as Teaghan climbed the stairs to the second-floor landing of the motel and headed for the room he’d gotten them.
    Teaghan kicked the room door shut behind him and then laid her on the nearest bed. “At least this time you’re not glowing. Let’s not make a habit of this.”
    “I feel the same.”
    “Then again…” His gaze wandered to her breasts.
    Images of Teaghan running his hands over her breasts and teasing her nipples entered her mind. She reared up and smacked him at the same time she brought her other arm up to guard her chest.
    Teaghan didn’t react except to grin at her. “You’re flushed, necromancer. Your heart rate jumped too. My little idea get you all hot and bothered?”
    She glared at him.
    “No? How about this one?”
    A mental picture of Teaghan yanking off her panties so he could run his tongue over her clit invaded her mind. The detail was so vivid Jeliyah felt her pussy twitch in anticipation. Damn the man and this stupid mental connection. It might be one way, but she had access to his thoughts and now he wasn’t trying to hide them. “You can’t do that without an invitation.”
    “So invite me.”
    “Shouldn’t you be going to sleep? The sun is up.”
    “Sun’s got nothing to do with me.” He moved closer, planting his hands on either side of her legs and leaning into her. “Invite me.”
    Jeliyah scooted back off the bed and away from him. Once on her feet, she said, “Don’t get all cocky just because I took some of your blood, vampire. I told you that was a one-time thing and not to get ideas.”
    “Yeah, I heard you but,” he hopped the bed and crowded her against the wall, “here’s the thing. You could have gotten the same results by asking me to open a vein. A simple prick to the finger for a few drops of blood would have sufficed. You kissed me, necromancer.”
    “It was a split-second decision. Back off.” She clutched the necrome at her throat and said, “Shield.”
    Teaghan laughed as the shield expanded to include him. “Forget something important, did you? Your necromes recognize me now. I’m not a threat.”
    Shit. She’d forgotten one of the major side effects of Recognize. Her necromes—and any others made from her blood—no longer worked against Teaghan. There was no way to deactivate Recognize either, just like an invitation once given.
    She shoved at his chest but he kept leaning forward until his lips