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Was he trying to pick you up?”
“No.” She eyed the closed door.
“Are you sure?” Madison whispered. “It looked kind of intense to me.”
Abigail drew in a deep, steadying breath. “How’s Dolly?”
“Still asleep. It’s the strangest thing.”
“Yes, it is.” Abigail couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow, Mr. Holstein had caused Dolly’s sleep. With her scientific training, she naturally discounted the existence of vampires, but even she had to admit the circumstantial evidence was piling up. No reflection in the mirror, possible psychic power, heightened senses, pale skin, pointed canine teeth, and something unusual about his eyes. Then there was his aura of power and mystery. “I never thought I’d say this, but you might be right.”
“Really?” Madison grinned, then looked confused. “About what?”
“Dad’s secret meeting with the Undead.” Abigail glanced toward the Oval Office. “Mr. Holstein . . .”
“You really think he’s a vampire?”
“I’m not totally convinced vampires are real. I’ll have to study this further.” Study him further .
Madison grinned and grabbed hold of Abigail’s arm. “Can I help? I love vampires!”
Abigail winced. “Don’t say that! I don’t care if Mr. Holstein is the most handsome and charming man on earth. If he’s a vampire, then loving him would be the height of folly.”
Madison rolled her eyes. “Chill, Abby.” She brushed her hair back over her shoulders. “I didn’t think he was all that handsome and charming.”
“Are you crazy?” Abigail bit her lip. Damn . Gregori Holstein had better be human.
Chapter Seven
S hit. Gregori clenched his fists, then forced his hands to relax. He’d completely screwed up. He was supposed to convince the guys in power that he, along with every other modern-day Vamp, was safe and harmless. But he’d just asked Abigail Tucker if she thought he was frightening.
She’d given him several opportunities to deny he was a vampire. He should have said he didn’t believe in such nonsense. After all, it was also his mission to make sure only a small group of mortals knew that vampires actually existed. And that small group did not include Abigail.
Dammit, he should have played it safe. He should have acted aloof. As if he couldn’t hear her heart racing every time she came near him. As if his heart wasn’t racing, too.
He should have looked her in the face and lied.
Why hadn’t he? It wasn’t like he was a stickler for honesty and honor like the old Vamps. He could have lied to Madison without giving it a second thought. This was business, and he had a job to do. Thousands of Vamps were depending on him.
So why did he screw up? What was it about her ?
As usual, he didn’t let his frustration show. He entered the Oval Office with a smile, playing the charming diplomat while Sean Whelan made the introductions: Secretary of Defense George Ralston; National Security Advisor Frank Garcia; chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff General Bond; CIA director Nick Caprese; head of Homeland Security Alan Schiller; and the president, Laurence Tucker.
Their smiles were as false as his own, Gregori thought. There was no disguising the wary glint of suspicion in their eyes. Nor the implied warning that came with the steely grip of their handshakes. They were sizing him up as a potential threat to the American people.
The president took a seat at the end of a coffee table in the chair closest to his desk. Sean Whelan motioned for Gregori to take the chair at the other end of the coffee table, then he and the remaining men squeezed onto the two long sofas that flanked the table.
President Tucker gestured to an ice bucket perched on a metal stand next to him. “We provided you with some refreshment. Help yourself.”
Gregori glanced at the bottle of synthetic blood resting in ice. “Thank you, but I’m not really hungry.”
Sean cleared his throat and rolled his eyes toward the bottle.
They
“No.” She eyed the closed door.
“Are you sure?” Madison whispered. “It looked kind of intense to me.”
Abigail drew in a deep, steadying breath. “How’s Dolly?”
“Still asleep. It’s the strangest thing.”
“Yes, it is.” Abigail couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow, Mr. Holstein had caused Dolly’s sleep. With her scientific training, she naturally discounted the existence of vampires, but even she had to admit the circumstantial evidence was piling up. No reflection in the mirror, possible psychic power, heightened senses, pale skin, pointed canine teeth, and something unusual about his eyes. Then there was his aura of power and mystery. “I never thought I’d say this, but you might be right.”
“Really?” Madison grinned, then looked confused. “About what?”
“Dad’s secret meeting with the Undead.” Abigail glanced toward the Oval Office. “Mr. Holstein . . .”
“You really think he’s a vampire?”
“I’m not totally convinced vampires are real. I’ll have to study this further.” Study him further .
Madison grinned and grabbed hold of Abigail’s arm. “Can I help? I love vampires!”
Abigail winced. “Don’t say that! I don’t care if Mr. Holstein is the most handsome and charming man on earth. If he’s a vampire, then loving him would be the height of folly.”
Madison rolled her eyes. “Chill, Abby.” She brushed her hair back over her shoulders. “I didn’t think he was all that handsome and charming.”
“Are you crazy?” Abigail bit her lip. Damn . Gregori Holstein had better be human.
Chapter Seven
S hit. Gregori clenched his fists, then forced his hands to relax. He’d completely screwed up. He was supposed to convince the guys in power that he, along with every other modern-day Vamp, was safe and harmless. But he’d just asked Abigail Tucker if she thought he was frightening.
She’d given him several opportunities to deny he was a vampire. He should have said he didn’t believe in such nonsense. After all, it was also his mission to make sure only a small group of mortals knew that vampires actually existed. And that small group did not include Abigail.
Dammit, he should have played it safe. He should have acted aloof. As if he couldn’t hear her heart racing every time she came near him. As if his heart wasn’t racing, too.
He should have looked her in the face and lied.
Why hadn’t he? It wasn’t like he was a stickler for honesty and honor like the old Vamps. He could have lied to Madison without giving it a second thought. This was business, and he had a job to do. Thousands of Vamps were depending on him.
So why did he screw up? What was it about her ?
As usual, he didn’t let his frustration show. He entered the Oval Office with a smile, playing the charming diplomat while Sean Whelan made the introductions: Secretary of Defense George Ralston; National Security Advisor Frank Garcia; chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff General Bond; CIA director Nick Caprese; head of Homeland Security Alan Schiller; and the president, Laurence Tucker.
Their smiles were as false as his own, Gregori thought. There was no disguising the wary glint of suspicion in their eyes. Nor the implied warning that came with the steely grip of their handshakes. They were sizing him up as a potential threat to the American people.
The president took a seat at the end of a coffee table in the chair closest to his desk. Sean Whelan motioned for Gregori to take the chair at the other end of the coffee table, then he and the remaining men squeezed onto the two long sofas that flanked the table.
President Tucker gestured to an ice bucket perched on a metal stand next to him. “We provided you with some refreshment. Help yourself.”
Gregori glanced at the bottle of synthetic blood resting in ice. “Thank you, but I’m not really hungry.”
Sean cleared his throat and rolled his eyes toward the bottle.
They
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