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blond hair a glaring anomaly amongst the darkness in the club. It dragged up painful memories and anger, but she forced down those emotions.
    She had been angry for so long. Maybe far too long, she considered, feeling the weight of loneliness pressing down on her. She sensed that if only for a moment, the man sitting at the end of the bar could bring a smile.
    She approached where he sat, shuffling an empty glass from hand to hand, much as he had been doing almost four years earlier when he had first caught her eye.
    With barely a glance in her direction, he mumbled, “Slumming it, princess?”
    â€œI’m sorry about what happened before.” She plopped herself down on the empty bar stool beside him.
    â€œNo reason for you to apologize. You didn’t do anything.” He picked up his hand and motioned for the bartender, who glared at him until Blake reached into his pocket and tossed some cash on the counter.
    Some things never change, she thought, but then quickly regretted the thought. Blake had changed, or at least he was trying to, as much as she didn’t want to acknowledge that. It would be easier to keep on hating him if she didn’t.
    â€œMaybe not doing anything is enough to apologize for,” she said as she grabbed Blake’s money and handed it back to him. Reaching into the pocket of the denim jacket she wore, she pulled out some cash and laid a twenty on the bar. “My treat.”
    â€œThere’s no treat in drinking alone,” he challenged, and as the bartender came over, he took the liberty of ordering. “Two O negs. Freshest that you have.”
    Meghan didn’t particularly like satisfying her hunger in public, but the last thing she wanted was to go into one of the back rooms to feed. She was sure she couldn’t handle that. Even returning to the club had been difficult.
    As they waited for the bartender, Blake swiveled toward her on his bar stool. “If there’s anywhere we might get information on the roadkill we found earlier tonight, this is the place.”
    â€œSo it wasn’t just ’cause you were peckish,” she teased.
    When the bartender brought over the tumblers filled with warm blood, Blake picked up his glass and took a sip, showing a reserve she couldn’t muster. She was just too hungry. With a large gulp, she sucked down a good amount of the blood and immediately experienced the rush of its power through her body.
    â€œEasy, love. This is heady stuff. You don’t want to lose control,” Blake said in low tones intended for only her ears.
    Meghan sucked in a breath and mustered the composure necessary to suppress the demon that wanted to escape now that she’d had a taste of the blood.
    Blake smiled and nodded his approval. He could feel her demon calling to his, rousing his desire to share their demons’ passion. Shoving away his own vampire, he motioned to a spot across the way where Foley was chatting with a stranger in a too-familiar way. As the stranger—an extremely attractive Asian man—passed a hand across Foley’s face in a gesture more common to lovers, he said, “Seems like our Foley is playing both sides of the field.”
    Meghan tracked his gaze. Her eyebrows narrowed as she considered the two men and their intimate pose. “Foley never set off my gaydar.”
    â€œMine either, which makes me wonder who that is.”
    He drained his glass and slammed it on the counter. Then he jumped off the bar stool and quickly strode across the length of the room, weaving his way through those on the dance floor, Meghan close behind him. When he neared the two men, he sensed the thrum of undead power, but it was an unfamiliar kind of energy. Off somehow. Threatening just by virtue of its oddity.
    Instead of proceeding closer, he stopped, quickly turned and slipped his arm around Meghan’s waist, surprising her although she seemed to know better than to make a scene. He urged