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my eyelids flutter closed and I lift my chin in hopes of giving him better access to my neck. What the hell is wrong with me? I will make excuses later but right now, I can’t seem to control the way my body wants his mouth on me. I mean, I am human, for God’s sake.
    Shit.
    Speaking of human.
    My eyes fly open just as I swear Sin is about to lick my neck. “Wait!” I stop him. He halts instantly, his eyes locking with mine. “Wait...” I repeat, giving myself time to pull together a logical sentence. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” I blurt out. I mean, right? Not a good idea? I’m lying in bed with a complete stranger, who happens to not be fully human, and I’m trying to debate whether it is a good idea if I should allow him to take this relationship to second base. But wait—was that what was about to happen? He did just tell me he has zero interest in me. I look at him, and his eyes have hardened.
    He doesn’t speak, but he can sense my reluctances. His look turns stony and he pulls away.
    “I hate to disappoint you, but you’re misreading this,” he says crossly. I would disagree, considering I can feel his hardness pressing against my thigh. “Get up. I need you to be ready. I won’t mess this up again.” His words soaked with cool tones, he pushes himself off the bed. I follow, sitting up and waiting for him to turn toward me, but he doesn’t. As he makes it to the door, he voices, “Meet me in the living room. We have some work to do.”
    Then he is gone.

Emma
    I decide on a cold shower before I meet Sin in the living room. Toning down the lust level while dealing with a shifter, as he describes himself, calls for a good ice-cold spray to the face. Once I’m clean and feeling somewhat human— haha, human —I make my way to the living room where Sin awaits. As I walk past him, he catches my eye. I put my hand up, signaling for him to pause it. I need coffee, and pronto. No one can sit and talk paranormal activity without a full cup of coffee.
    Once I’ve made the perfect cup of joe, I reenter the small room and sit next to Sin. “Okay, so... if I am going to help you, I need to know a few things,” I say sternly. I am not a helpless victim here. If I’m going to stick my neck out to help this guy, I want details. Like, all of them.
    “All right, ask away.”
    Well, that was too easy. “Okay, so. Where did you come from?” My simple question almost seems to disappoint him. He shrugs off my first inquiry and answers. “I am originally from a small town in Cuba, where I spent the first fifteen years of my life. Once I became strong enough, I took the life of my father for raping my mother. Given the dangers of killing him coupled with my mother longing for a more normal life, we fled across the Gulf of Mexico and eventually landed in a small town in New Orleans, one similar to Woodland Creek. The night Zander took something very important to me I swore I wouldn’t stop until he paid for what he’d done.” He pauses to inhale a deep breath before continuing. “There’s more to that night than him taking a life. Zander had already conspired to formulate a spell that would result in immortality. He had succeeded in retrieving one of the seven items at that time. I am led to believe that within the past five years, he has claimed all but one.”
    So, he killed a man, check. Immortality, check. He definitely has my attention now. “What are the items? What makes you think he has that many?” Totally into this story.
    Sin sits straighter on the couch, his facial expression tight. “That, unfortunately, is what I don’t know. Only Zander carries that precious information.”
    Oookay then .
    I say no more, so he continues. “So, for the past five years, I have been traveling. Bounty hunting, I'm sure a term you understand.” I do, so I nod. “I followed Zander to England. Since he was still traveling, I knew he couldn’t have found them all yet. I kept in touch with some