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giving orders and expecting obedience. It is only recently I have come to realize that might not be an effective way to create a modern relationship.” He paused for a few seconds and an expression of sadness shadowed his face. “Often, it does seem I have existed forever. And forever can be a very long, lonely time. I give you my word I will join the twenty-first century.”
I couldn’t help but smile. A gorgeous fallen angel looking vulnerable and sad was just too much for my Inner Therapist to ignore. I had asked him during his recovery to explain why he seemed so stuck in the past. Why he spoke with such a heavy accent and used antiquated words. He said until he met me, he’d preferred the past and tended to spend most of his time there. I thought he was talking about reliving memories, but he meant it literally. He said it was a matter of splitting his attention—of holding aspects of himself in both times and places. Uh-huh. Right. I added that to my list of things to figure out later.
“Okay, oh, great and all-knowing mind-reading master, let’s kiss and make up. We’ll agree that I won’t psychoanalyze you and you won’t coerce me. Do we have a deal?”
He lifted my hand and kissed the palm, his shining aqua eyes gazing at me from beneath long, dark eyelashes. “We do, indeed.” A devilish grin slid across his lips and he leaned forward, pushing me back against the bed with his motion.
I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close for a deep, wet kiss. In the midst of appreciating the little lust fires breaking out all over my body, I heard a husky voice in my mind.
“Dr. Knight. I had no idea you were so … passionate. What a conquest you will make.”
I froze in mid-writhe, reeled in the tongue I’d been exploring Devereux’s tonsils with, and thought Hallow?
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Devereux jerked up and stared at me, a horrified expression on his face.
“Why is Lyren Hallow in your mind? How do you know the Slayer? What conquest?”
Feeling slightly disoriented, I mumbled, “Oh, yeah. I meant to tell you. A day-walking vampire named Lyren Hallow called the radio program I was on this morning and said he’d come to kill someone I know. He said he’d heard of me, and …”
Devereux vanished.
Chapter Five
“… Wanted to meet me. Hey! What the hell?”
I rolled out of the bed and circled, walking from one side to the other, lifting the corners of the bedding to look underneath. Of course, that was stupid. I knew Devereux wouldn’t be there, but I couldn’t stop myself from searching. I had to do something. After a few seconds, I stood naked in the center of the room, hands on my hips, scowling.
He’d done lots of popping in and out since I’d known him, but he’d never simply vanished when I was in the middle of a sentence. How rude! Yeah, as if vampires worried about impressing Miss Manners.
His clothes were still on the floor where he’d left them, which meant—wherever he was—he was nude.
I chuckled out loud thinking about him showing up somewhere in the altogether. But he must have been very upset about Lyren Hallow to suddenly blink out like that. I’d never seen him have such a strong reaction to another vampire.
The sensual voice in my head a few moments ago had caused the same fuzzy reaction as during the radio program. His tone had an oddly soothing effect. It was only after the fact that I felt creeped out by my uninvited visitor. While he was slithering around inside my brain, I didn’t seem to be in any hurry to show him the door. What did it mean that yet another vampire could invade my mind anytime he wished? And what did he mean by “conquest”?
“He meant exactly what he said.”
Devereux popped into the room a few inches in front of me. He collected his clothes and began dressing. “You should have told me immediately that you were contacted by that madman. I would
I couldn’t help but smile. A gorgeous fallen angel looking vulnerable and sad was just too much for my Inner Therapist to ignore. I had asked him during his recovery to explain why he seemed so stuck in the past. Why he spoke with such a heavy accent and used antiquated words. He said until he met me, he’d preferred the past and tended to spend most of his time there. I thought he was talking about reliving memories, but he meant it literally. He said it was a matter of splitting his attention—of holding aspects of himself in both times and places. Uh-huh. Right. I added that to my list of things to figure out later.
“Okay, oh, great and all-knowing mind-reading master, let’s kiss and make up. We’ll agree that I won’t psychoanalyze you and you won’t coerce me. Do we have a deal?”
He lifted my hand and kissed the palm, his shining aqua eyes gazing at me from beneath long, dark eyelashes. “We do, indeed.” A devilish grin slid across his lips and he leaned forward, pushing me back against the bed with his motion.
I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close for a deep, wet kiss. In the midst of appreciating the little lust fires breaking out all over my body, I heard a husky voice in my mind.
“Dr. Knight. I had no idea you were so … passionate. What a conquest you will make.”
I froze in mid-writhe, reeled in the tongue I’d been exploring Devereux’s tonsils with, and thought Hallow?
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Devereux jerked up and stared at me, a horrified expression on his face.
“Why is Lyren Hallow in your mind? How do you know the Slayer? What conquest?”
Feeling slightly disoriented, I mumbled, “Oh, yeah. I meant to tell you. A day-walking vampire named Lyren Hallow called the radio program I was on this morning and said he’d come to kill someone I know. He said he’d heard of me, and …”
Devereux vanished.
Chapter Five
“… Wanted to meet me. Hey! What the hell?”
I rolled out of the bed and circled, walking from one side to the other, lifting the corners of the bedding to look underneath. Of course, that was stupid. I knew Devereux wouldn’t be there, but I couldn’t stop myself from searching. I had to do something. After a few seconds, I stood naked in the center of the room, hands on my hips, scowling.
He’d done lots of popping in and out since I’d known him, but he’d never simply vanished when I was in the middle of a sentence. How rude! Yeah, as if vampires worried about impressing Miss Manners.
His clothes were still on the floor where he’d left them, which meant—wherever he was—he was nude.
I chuckled out loud thinking about him showing up somewhere in the altogether. But he must have been very upset about Lyren Hallow to suddenly blink out like that. I’d never seen him have such a strong reaction to another vampire.
The sensual voice in my head a few moments ago had caused the same fuzzy reaction as during the radio program. His tone had an oddly soothing effect. It was only after the fact that I felt creeped out by my uninvited visitor. While he was slithering around inside my brain, I didn’t seem to be in any hurry to show him the door. What did it mean that yet another vampire could invade my mind anytime he wished? And what did he mean by “conquest”?
“He meant exactly what he said.”
Devereux popped into the room a few inches in front of me. He collected his clothes and began dressing. “You should have told me immediately that you were contacted by that madman. I would
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