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never heard of that happening before.”
    “Neither have I,” Roman confessed sadly. “And I’ve been a vampire for over five hundred years.”
    “Wow! Maybe it’s old age,” Gregori suggested, then winced at the look Roman and Connor gave him.
    ‘The only explanation I can think of is our new diet.” Roman wrapped the tooth and stuffed it back into his pocket. “It’s the only variable that has changed since we became vampires.”
    Connor frowned. “But we’re still drinking blood, man. I doona see the difference.”
    “It’s how we drink it,” Roman explained. “We no longer bite. When’s the last time either of you extended your fangs?”
    “I don’t even remember.” Gregori tugged at one end of his black bow tie to unravel the knot. “Who needs fangs when we drink our meals from a glass?”
    “Aye,” Connor agreed. “And if ye doona keep them retracted, they’ll be clinking on the glass, getting in the way.”
    “Right.” Roman didn’t like his conclusion, but it was the only explanation he could come up with. “I think it’s a case of ‘if you don’t use them, you’ll lose them.’ “
    “Bugger,” Connor muttered. “We need our bloody fangs.”
    Gregori’s eyes widened. “Well, we can’t start biting mortals. I refuse! All the progress we’ve made would be lost.”
    “Exactly.” Roman nodded. Gregori Holstein was annoying at times, but totally committed to their mission of making the world safe for vampires and mortals alike. “Perhaps we could come up with some sort of exercise program.”
    “Yeah!” Gregori’s eyes sparkled. “I’ll get right on it.”
    Roman smiled. Gregori attacked every problem with unfailing enthusiasm. It was times like this that he knew promoting Gregori had been a wise choice.
    The kitchen door swung open, and Laszlo rushed toward them. “There’s a problem, sir. The lady insists the implantation procedure is best achieved in a dental office. And she refuses to return to her place of work.”
    “She’s right about her clinic,” Roman conceded. “No doubt the police are all over the place by now.”
    Connor closed a fist over the hilt of his Highland dirk. “Laszlo told us there were some bastards wanting to kill the puir woman. Those bloody whoresons.”
    “Yes.” Roman sighed. He had hoped Shanna could fix his tooth in the safety and privacy of his home. “Gregori, you’ll need to locate another dental office, one close by that we can use.”
    “No problem, bro.”
    “I’d better watch the lass,” Connor grumbled. “We canna have her digging about in our fridge.” The Scotsman hurried back to the kitchen.
    Laszlo plucked at a loose button on his coat. “Sir, she mentioned a specific product that would greatly increase your chances of a successful reimplantation. She was certain that any dental office would have the product on hand.”
    “Good.” Roman removed the handkerchief-wrapped tooth from his pocket and handed it to Laszlo. “I want you to go with Gregori and take care of my fang until I arrive.”
    Laszlo gulped and stuffed the fang into his lab coat pocket. “We… we’ll be breaking and entering, won’t we?”
    “Don’t worry about it.” Gregori gripped the small chemist by the shoulder and herded him toward the front door. “The place will be empty, and the mortals will never know what happened.”
    “Well, okay, I guess.” At the door, Laszlo halted and looked back. “I should warn you, sir. Even though the young lady was forthcoming with information, she insists that she will not, under any circumstances, put a wolf’s tooth in your mouth.”
    Gregori laughed. “She thinks it’s a wolf’s tooth?”
    Roman shrugged. “It’s a logical misperception on her part.”
    “Well, yeah.” Gregori gave him an exasperated look. “But why didn’t you just plant the right perception in her head?”
    Roman paused. Laszlo and Gregori watched him, waiting for the reply. God’s blood. Hadn’t he endured enough