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teeth. If he was the wolf, did that make her Little Red Riding Hood?
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    Rane stood in the shadows outside Savanah’s house, his gaze fixed on a second-story window. He guessed it was her bedroom, since it was the only room showing a light.
    Standing there, he closed his eyes, his mind expanding until he felt her thoughts brush his. She was troubled by what had happened on the dance floor, as well she should be. Unable to resist her, he had woven a preternatural spell around her, and then taken a small taste of her life’s blood. She was as sweet as he remembered. Her blood had intoxicated him, burning through him like gentle fire. Like an addict, he craved one more fix even though he knew one would never be enough. Even now, it was all he could think of.
    He licked his lips as he recalled the taste of her blood, warm and salty, on his tongue. Did he dare take more tonight? A single thought could carry him quickly to her side. He could take what he wanted, what he craved, and wipe the memory from her mind, as he had done earlier that night….
    Muttering an oath, he drew in a deep breath. Patience, he chided. He must have patience. He would drink a little each night, nothing more. He would relish each taste, savor it like rare, vintage wine, until he took it all.
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    In the clear light of morning, Savanah told herself she had imagined the whole incident. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened on the dance floor. She had been caught up in the thrill of being in Rane’s arms. After all, she had never been with a man who radiated such raw sensuality. All that potent masculinity was bound to have an intoxicating effect on a girl’s senses.
    She could hardly wait to see him again. Tonight, she would keep her wits about her. She would ask the questions she had intended to ask last night. And she would try again to get that interview. She grinned inwardly, remembering how Yoda had informed Luke that there was no try. Either she would get that interview or she wouldn’t. And she would.
    After taking a quick shower, she dressed in a pair of tan slacks and a white sweater, brushed her hair, and then went downstairs to have breakfast with her father.
    He was waiting for her in the kitchen. She smiled as the smell of freshly brewed coffee tickled her nostrils. She had always loved sharing this part of the day with her dad.
    â€œSo,” he asked, looking up from the morning paper, “how was your date?”
    â€œWonderful!”
    Her father lifted one brow.
    â€œWe went dancing.”
    â€œHe must be some dancer, to put that glow in your eyes,” her father remarked dryly.
    â€œOh, he is.” She smiled at the memory. “He is.”
    â€œI don’t like it,” her father said. “If I thought it would do any good, I’d tell you not to see him again.”
    Savanah frowned at her father. “Are you having one of your mysterious premonitions?”
    â€œNot exactly. There’s just something about him…and I don’t just mean the obvious. I mean, why does he keep changing his name every few years?”
    â€œI’d think that would be obvious, but I’ll ask him.” She patted his shoulder as she moved toward the fridge. “I can’t get a story if I don’t see him.”
    â€œYour life is more important to me than any news story.”
    â€œI know, Dad. I love you, too,” Savanah said, then paused. “Do you think I’m in danger?”
    â€œNo, not really. The shape-shifters have never been a threat to us. I was just being an old worrywart, I guess.”
    â€œI’ll be fine.” Going to the fridge, she pulled out a carton of eggs for French toast, a package of bacon, and a bottle of orange juice, and proceeded to fix breakfast.
    When it was done, she dished it up, got the butter and syrup, then sat at the table across from her father.
    â€œSo, what’s up for today?” he asked as he tucked into his