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speak, she marveled at how much more readily her words came with each try. The more she talked, the easier it was becoming, like training oneself to run through knee-high water. Too bad no one would answer, just when she was getting good at it.
    Yet even if no one responded, talking made her feel more…real. Sometimes she felt like the proverbial falling tree in the forest. It could be argued that because no one had seen her or heard her since she’d died, she didn’t exist.
    She sighed and drew her legs to her chest. When the slit in her dress rode up, she had the strange impulse to cover her legs in front of the vampire. But why? She couldn’t be seen, and she’d certainly never been modest when living. Indeed, she was just the opposite.
    Any inhibitions had been drummed out of her when she’d been young. She’d been raised in tiny lodgings above a burlesque bar, with her dear maman eventually becoming one of its best draws.
    From an early age, Néomi had flitted in and out of the performers’ dressing rooms, fascinated with the silks, makeup, and exotic perfumes, enthralled by the sensual strains of music that compelled her to sway to them….
    Yet she could have sworn there had been a lustful aspect to the vampire’s gaze.
    No. It was time to face the facts. Either he found her spectral appearance beautiful, had mastered his blink reflex, and simply refused to acknowledge her—or he was just like every other person who’d set foot in this house over the last eight decades.
    She gave a humorless laugh. “If I thought you could see me,” she began slowly, “I’d show far more than a garter .”
    Besides, Conrad wouldn’t be interested in her like that. Never once in the past week had he grown erect. Was it impossible for him? Was that the “fire” that would be lit by his Bride?
    Of all the subjects the men discussed, this Bride concept intrigued her most.
    Earlier, she’d heard Sebastian on the phone with his, earnestly assuring her that she didn’t need to be here, that she should keep working with her sisters, and that he would be home soon. Even the mere phone conversation with this Kaderin had seemed to consume him.
    Nikolai had also phoned his Bride, another Valkyrie named Myst, and was equally attentive. But with her he’d sounded less confident about Conrad’s recovery than he’d been with his brothers. In a low tone, he’d said, “We might have to use Riora’s gift.”
    Who is Riora? Another mystery.
    The two men’s devotion to their wives brought on Néomi’s own longings, because nothing was sexier to her than a thoroughly smitten male.
    She called her desire longings since it was different from the physical symptoms of lust she’d felt while living. She suffered from what she remembered of desire, still hungering to touch and be touched, but now the need was more akin to an electrical stimulation, a charge that built and built. It was like having pinpricks and itching all over her, but no way to scratch.
    Néomi had eighty years of those pent-up longings. As it was impossible for her to alleviate them, sometimes she felt like a ticking bomb set to go off—an aching, hungry, Néomi-shaped bomb.
    In the face of her never-ending frustration, she tended to behave…badly.
    And when the brothers all returned to the room, the temptation was too much to resist.

    When she rises from the bed, he waits a moment, then casts her another glance. And nearly coughs. Sebastian’s money clip is floating from his coat pocket into her outstretched palm.
    Then she deposits a… pebble in exchange? Sebastian doesn’t notice, even when she transports the clip away.
    Telekinesis? Yes, and well controlled .
    After a cagey glance at him—he swiftly makes his gaze blank—the female prowls for her next mark. She maneuvers around them, yet even with her speed, sometimes they pass a