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curves were deadly in themselves, never mind her skill. His dick hardened, and he fought his more carnal urges. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Is that all you did?”
    “Don’t believe me? Like I give a shit.”
    Oh, she gave a shit all right. His eyes popped open when something hit him in the chest. A hanger. Kelsey yanked a pair of black pants on, jamming her legs through. She did a little jump to get the material over her hips and buttoned them. She’d gone commando…
    He shook his head and cleared his throat. “What did he say?” Couldn’t have been anything good. Not after the way Ambrose had acted back at Headquarters before Domiel had left, and especially not if he took into account her mood.
    She turned to him and her breath caught, her mouth opened slightly, but she didn’t say anything. She was doing her damnedest to keep it together, keeping all the emotions he seemed void of bottled inside. “Kelsey…”
    Her hands tightened around the black shirt in her hands. “He said demons in Paris are committing suicide while under a trance of some sort. One of them fought the power that held them, and my name came up.” She took a deep breath and met his stare. “Ambrose believes I’m using my power to kill innocents. He said if I failed to surrender within the hour, he was going to send in the heads of the Alliance.”
    “Listen, get dressed and we’ll talk—”
    “I’m a mark, Domiel. A hit . You’re not tasked with bringing me back any longer. You’re tasked with my assassination .”
    His cell. Ambrose had likely tried to call him and this new twist in his mission sat in his voicemail box. Why else would he send in the heads of the Alliance? Domiel hadn’t come back with her and hadn’t contacted Headquarters.
    Domiel couldn’t fathom assassinating Kelsey. Not after what she’d gone through.
    Her head dropped and she stared at the floor, looking so lost it nearly broke his heart. He wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her, but knew better.
    “There’s a … demon … who enters my dreams.”
    He had a feeling this was the first time she’d been completely honest with him. All barriers had been blown aside by her finally accepting that the Alliance was deadly serious in their pursuit. “What is this demon’s name?”
    “He never told me his name. Right after … I first met him when I was human. Hell, he’s the reason I’m a vampire. After I was turned he disappeared, and I searched for him for years but came up with nothing. Finally, after centuries, he came to me during my possession. I think he’s the one framing me.”
    “Demon? It takes a vampire to create another.”
    “The vampire fed from this demon before he turned me. He … that’s what happened. At least I think that’s what happened. No … I know that’s what happened.” Kelsey tilted her head back, a distant expression on her face. “It was the worst day of my mortal life. Of my immortal life. But I’m pretty sure it’s him.”
    “Why do you think this is the individual framing you?”
    “Because no one else makes sense,” she whispered.
    “Get dressed. I’ll be out in the living room.” He knew she’d take some time to compose herself, and he needed that time. He left her in the bedroom and used his powers to fix the phone lines. His powers were erratic, but this was a simple enough task, and he didn’t have to actually materialize anything. Just a quick fix. It took him a few tries, but desperation tended to lend its hand to success.
    He took the phone outside and called Ambrose.
    The conversation lasted all of two minutes.
    The weight of the situation had doubled since he’d gotten off the phone. Kelsey had been correct on all accounts, only it had been different coming from Ambrose. The male had stiffly informed Domiel that he was now to assassinate Kelsey, as if Ambrose had no emotional connection to her whatsoever. As if he hadn’t known her for centuries.
    If Domiel failed to