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his long, sharp
canines gleaming brightly in the gloomy light. He was even paler
than she remembered, and better looking. Wearing a tall crowned,
black suede hat, and tailored, knee length military coat with the
collar flipped up, his dark hair brushed his broad shoulders in
soft curls, and his hazel eyes were fixated on her with that
unnerving intensity.
    Oh God, she was alone, in the most
frightening place on earth, with this dangerous, gorgeous stranger.
She'd wanted to see him again, but not here, not like this.
    Why was he even here? Had he followed her?
Maybe her attraction to him was clouding her judgment and he wasn't
as innocent as she imagined. She should've gone to the police while
she had the chance.
    "Did I frighten you?" His tone was
amused.
    That was the understatement of the
century.
    But there was nothing threatening about his
body language, nothing overtly suspicious about the way he stood
nonchalantly before her, his hands shoved casually into the pockets
of his black wool coat. In fact, he appeared genuinely pleased to
see her.
    She had to make a quick decision. Either she
give into her neurotic fears and run for her life, or give him the
benefit of the doubt and treat him like any other man she'd met and
didn't believe might be a serial killer vampire.
    She laughed nervously as her decision was
hastily made. "A little." Running probably wouldn't help anyway. He
looked fast.
    He chuckled. "Well, I apologize. You were
lost in thought and entirely too easy to sneak up on."
    Her thumping heart pressed painfully against
her eardrums. Treat him like a normal guy. Don't show fear.
Stand tall. Be strong.
    She swallowed hard and attempted to appear as
cool and relaxed as he was. It was like meeting a Grizzly bear on a
wooded trail and saying 'what's up?' instead of screaming.
    " What are you doing here?" she asked,
trying unsuccessfully to keep the suspicion out of her voice.
    "Like you, I came to ask Marie for a favor.
But..." his eyes swept over her, "it's already been granted."
    She felt a blush creep into her cheeks. He
meant her. "Oh."
    How was it possible to be scared of him and
attracted to him at the same time?
    "Instead of defacing a historical tomb," he
grinned at her, "why don't we properly make your request? What was
the favor you sought?"
    Treat him like any other guy. Treat him like
any other guy.
    Oh, and breathe.
    Following the advice scrolling through her
brain, she took a few calming breaths. She'd been arguing his
innocence all day and here she was freaking out because he happened
to show up at the same place she was. "Um, I asked to survive my
flight home," she told him after a thick swallow reopened her
throat.
    "Alright." He stepped past her with that
graceful slink of his. He even smelled delicious, a mixture of
spice and something earthy she couldn't quite place.
    Knocking three times on the tomb with crisp,
deliberate blows, he drawled, "Marie Laveau, most powerful and
generous Voodoo Queen, please make sure the beautiful Julia has a
safe flight home." Pulling out a small bottle of Grand Marnier from
his coat pocket, he handed the unopened bottle to her and indicated
she take a drink.
    With uncertain hands she cracked the plastic
seal and took a small sip. She wasn't normally a Cognac fan, but
this was good, smooth and sweet, with a slight hint of orange. She
handed the bottle back to Armand. He placed it with the other items
in front of the tomb, and then pulled out three coins and set them
on the bottle.
    Letting her curiosity overpower her fear, she
asked, "So, the three knocks, X's and coins, do they really
represent the Holy Trinity?" She watched his reaction carefully,
wondering if he would respond to the mention of the Church.
    Why, because he was an undead, unholy vampire?
    Of all the stupid-
    "That's an interesting theory," Armand
replied, his smooth voice slicing through the clatter in her brain.
"Three is a strong number in Voodoo because of the power it brings
to an incantation,