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magic that had secured itself to the vampire’s blood, it would only want more.
    â€œYou’ve tethered me.” His breath was warm in her ear and Naya suppressed a shiver. “So believe me when I tell you, Naya. That it will happen again.”
    The air left her lungs in a shuddering breath. Until last night, Naya had been operating under the assumption that the vampire race was long extinct. She didn’t know the first thing about them. “What do you mean, tethered?” Naya held her breath as she waited for a response that she was sure she wouldn’t like the sound of.
    Ronan’s gaze settled on the dagger still pressed to his chest. “I’d be more cooperative if you considered sheathing your weapon.” A rumble built in his throat and Naya cocked a questioning brow. He raised his eyes, gorgeous green gems rimmed with silver, to hers. “I don’t respond well to threats.”
    â€œThis isn’t a threat,” she assured him. The dagger dug itself deeper and Naya resisted the tug. Like the blade in her hand, some unseen force drew her to Ronan, urged her closer. “If I don’t get some answers, soon, I’m going to run this blade straight through your heart. Understand?”
    His gaze lit with fire, and a sardonic smirk accented his full lips. Cocky bastard. “For another go at your vein, I’d risk the blade.”
    Gods. They could go on like this for hours. Naya had a sinking suspicion that the vampire’s stubbornness would equal her own and they’d be stuck like this, the tip of her blade embedded in his skin while he worked his overconfident charm. At this rate, she wasn’t going to get any of her questions answered. But neither was she willing to let her guard down.
    â€œI’ll make you a deal. You lower the dagger, I’ll behave myself. I give you my word. We’ll sit. I’ll answer your questions to the best of my memory.”
    She cocked her head to the side as if contemplating his angle. His mouth hitched in a half smile that caused Naya’s stomach to do a backflip. It was almost as though he liked that she was suspicious of him. “You can sit. But not in here.” Naya jerked her head toward the door. “The living room.”
    Ronan pushed himself away from the wall and she reacted, pressing the point of the dagger against his chest. His lips twitched again. “I like that you’re feisty, but that doesn’t mean I appreciate having that damned knife anywhere on my body.” He raised his hands as if in surrender and shifted his weight from foot to foot. Naya mirrored his actions, ready to defend herself if he decided to attack. “I’m not planning anything, so cut me a little slack here. It’ll be safer for both of us if you keep that blade at a respectable distance. Okay?”
    His eyes grew serious as she assessed him. “And why’s that? Thinking of going for my jugular next time, vampire?”
    Ronan swept his hand toward the door in invitation. Cocky and high-handed. “Living room. Sit. Then we’ll talk.”
    â€œRight,” Naya scoffed. “Like I’m going to treat you as if you’re nothing more than a docile kitten. No way are you dictating what happens here. You’re my prisoner and I’m in charge. We do this my way. Got it?”
    â€œYou can cuff me if you want,” he suggested as he followed her gaze toward the floor and the chains discarded there. “I won’t fight you.”
    â€œAll right,” she said slowly. “Turn around, face the wall, and put your hands behind your back.”
    Naya backed away from Ronan, the dagger held in a defensive position. This had turned out to be one gut punch of a day. First the elders had smacked her with that insane mandate, and now a dangerous vampire was loose in her apartment. What could possibly happen next? Don’t answer that. She approached the bed, her dagger