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to hell. Thanks,” he replied, not looking away from the
accusation in her dark eyes that cut him deeply.
    And yet, her kiss had been like a drug. Even
now, he felt starved for more. What hold did this woman have over
him? He felt trapped in a spell, as if bound to this woman in some
strange way.
    Regaining his control, he straightened, his
mind spinning. They’d shared a dream, and now, he hadn’t been able
to keep his hands, or his mouth, off her.
    Why?
    To cover his confusion, he replied, “I am a
vampire, after all.”
    Hurt flashed in her eyes as her lips thinned.
“Either control yourself or stay away from me.” She spun on her
heels, stomping back to her car.
    He stood there, confused and angry--at
himself, at her--until he heard her car start. He headed down the
alley, only to jump out of the way as her tires squealed and the
car roared past.
    He watched her drive away in disbelief. She’d
left him there.

Chapter
eight
     
    Celeste didn’t bother glancing in the
rearview mirror. “I’m a vampire, after all,” she repeated his words
with a snarl. “ Cabrón .”
    She touched the bite on her neck. It was
already healing and no longer bled.
    Kissing him had been one hell of an
experience. She’d lost herself in his touch.
    But then he’d had to go and bite her, the
damn man. She touched her neck again.
    It had surprised her, jerked her out of the
haze of desire. Which was a good thing, she assured herself.
    She had no business being sidetracked from
this investigation from her sexy--and temporary--partner.
    And he’d bitten her.
    Damn vampire.
    And she’d... kind of liked it.
    What was wrong with her? The man was getting
to her, distracting her. Even appearing in her dreams, which he
somehow shared.
    It was all too confusing.
    She had a job to do and she’d damn well get
it done. And if that jerk didn’t keep his fangs off her, next time
he was going to get a hell of a lot more than a slap across the
face.
    Driving through the city, she tried to push
him from her mind. She was still trying when she pulled up in front
of her mama’s ranch house.
    She turned the car off and sat there for a
long moment, taking deep breaths and wrestling her emotions under
control.
    Finally, she got out and headed up the
flower-lined sidewalk.
    Her mother opened the door as she reached it,
her blue gaze assessing. “ Mija , what is wrong?”
    “Nothing. I need to talk to Shana.”
    Maria didn’t waver. “That is not what your
eyes say, pequino .”
    Celeste lied. “It’s just this case. Is Shana
awake yet?”
    “No. She’s in her room.”
    After giving her mother a hug, Celeste headed
down the hallway and knocked on the spare bedroom door.
    A mumbled, “Go away,” came through.
    Instead, she went inside. Shana was buried
beneath a mound of pillows and blankets. Crossing the room, Celeste
opened the blinds, then jerked the blankets off her sister.
    Shana shrieked, covering her bloodshot eyes
with her hands. “What are you doing?”
    “Waking you up. We need to talk.”
    Peeking from between her fingers, Shana said,
“Couldn’t it wait until a decent hour?”
    “It’s almost ten o’clock. Most people are out
of bed by now.”
    “Most people didn’t get to bed late.”
    “That’s because most people don’t party
recklessly.”
    Shana groaned. “I’m not up for another
lecture from my perfect sister.”
    Biting her lip to hold in a sarcastic
comment, Celeste sat in the rocking chair next to the foot of the
bed. “That’s not why I’m here.”
    “Coulda fooled me,” Shana grumbled.
    “When was the last time you saw Donna?”
    Shana stiffened, opening her eyes fully.
Understanding flickered over her face, quickly turning to a dark
worry. “No.”
    She might have lied to her mother, but her
sister needed the full truth. Otherwise, Celeste wouldn’t get the
answers she needed. “I’m sorry, sweetie. But I need to know.”
    Shana’s eyes shone, filling with tears. “Tell
me she’s not