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the sun, and have tattoos’.  I want my whole body covered with tattoos.  I think it’s an awesome expression of inner self.  Yours are cool, but I don’t understand how you have them if you’re bloodborn.”
    “They’re special.  Gifted me by…”  She sighed and looked down over the buildings that resembled toys set on a stage.  No sense in spoiling the mood by mentioning the boyfriend.  Quickly, she grasped a fleeting memory.  “I used to want to be a werewolf when I was growing up.”
    “No way.”
    “Oh yeah. My mother…uh…”  The memory was blurry, but she managed to touch it.  “Yes, she’s a werewolf.  I wanted the fur and the shapeshifting abilities, big time.”
    “I can’t imagine you with a furry nose.”  He tapped her nose. 
    “Werewolves do not have furry noses.  They feel like soft suede and are really warm.”
    “If you say so.  I haven’t gotten close enough to one of the dogs to study their nose.  But I’m sure you’d be a cute werewolf.  Your mom, eh?  Your dad must be vamp?”
    “Yes.  And then there’s…”  Another close family member she couldn’t place a name to right now.  “Anyway.”  She scanned below, locating the right bank and the Champs Elysees lit up as if for a parade.  “My house…”  She followed the trail of streetlights beyond the circular street sweeping around the Arc de Triomphe.  “...is somewhere over there.”
    “You live in the rich bitch neighborhood.”
    “I am rich.”

    “But you’re not a bitch.  You’re the Dark’s mistress.”
    Kam sighed and softened her gaze on the river below.  She didn’t want Himself to intrude on this amazing evening.  “I don’t belong to anyone, Johnny.  Not in my heart anyway.”
    “I’d like to win your heart.”
    The elated confession startled her, and she met Johnny’s gaze high above the city of lights.  The wind whipped his hair across his forehead, as it did hers.  His eyes teased her to leave everything behind and jump into his world, his exotic, sexy, whirlwind of a life everyone dreamed of having, yet no one ever needed.  Because freedom was all that mattered.
    Kam’s heart bounced.  She wanted to leap toward the man and his sweet confession.  “Most men would try to take my heart,” she challenged. 
    “I’m not like most guys.  They’re a bunch of over-muscled, boastful, alpha males who, when they see a woman, decide they’re going to have her no matter what.  They take what they want.  That’s so not cool.”
    “You don’t?”
    “Truth?  I have a streak of alpha in me.”  He flexed an impressive bicep that, indeed, would look awesome inked in tattoos.  “But I don’t ever treat women poorly, especially not a woman like you, Kambriel.” 
    Twisting on the narrow platform, he stood up over her, stretching his arms out.  To lean backward would see him falling.  “You know what?”
    “What?” she answered breathlessly to the rock star standing above her.
    “I want to become worthy to you.  Earn your interest, and maybe even your love.”
    Wow.  That sounded so not like any man she had known in her lifetime.  Because he was right, most men walked up and kissed her and claimed her as their own.  And even the one who had only ever kissed her had indelibly marked her.  Forever his .
    She wanted to be free to learn Johnny’s worth, and to, in return, make his efforts to impress her worthwhile.
    “I want to win Kambriel’s heart!” he shouted, lifting his arms high and declaring it to the heavens. 
    He swayed backward and Kam reached for his leg.  “Johnny, be careful!”
    Teetering on his heels, he almost tipped over backward, but lunged forward and landed on his knees, straddling her legs and cupping her head in his hands.
    “It’s begun,” he said, his lips but a breath from hers.  His eyes dashed back and forth between hers.  “Tell me I’ve the right to vie for your heart.  Give me permission, Kam.  I don’t want to