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started to close the window. “If you don’t cooperate, I can’t keep you safe. We’ve talked about this. If it’s the kiss…” Frustration weighed in his voice, his movements, his everything. “It’s okay, Eavan. We can pretend it didn’t happen. People react differently to stress, and…it’s not a big deal.”
    Not prey.
    He was too close though.
    â€œI’m sorry,” she whispered.
    â€œIt’s okay. I told you that.” Cillian turned to face her. He was not even three steps away.
    She stared at his mouth. Just another taste. The tip of her tongue darted out.
    He froze, but he didn’t run. “It’s okay.”
    She wasn’t sure if he was giving her permission or still forgiving her. It didn’t really matter. She closed the space between them. It was all she could do to speak, but she warned him: “You should run now.”
    He didn’t move.
    So she kissed him. She had both legs around him, and he walked forward until she felt the wall behind her.
    She pushed herself tighter to him. “More.” She pressed her lips back to his, lifted herself up enough that she could reach between them and unbutton his jeans. Her skirt was around her hips, leaving only her underwear between them. She ripped it away; the sound of tearing cloth brought an encouraging sound from Cillian.
    They were on the floor. She was straddling him, moments from crossing the line she swore she would not cross.
    Better sex than murder.
    She pulled away and looked down at him.
    I could swallow his final breath as he …
    She lowered herself onto him and shuddered. Sex and death, all at once, she could have it all. She licked her lips and leaned forward.
    â€œEavan!” Suddenly, Muriel was there, pulling her backward. The small vampire was more than a match for Eavan.
    Muriel pulled Eavan off Cillian.
    Eavan hissed. Muriel slapped her.
    Cillian looked dazed. He scrambled to his feet, naked and somehow already aiming a gun at Muriel.
    â€œGet in the car,” Muriel said, or perhaps repeated, if the way she bit off each word was any indication. She stayed like a guard between Cillian and Eavan. “And tell him who I am, Evvie, before he tries to shoot me.”
    â€œFriend,” Eavan forced out. Forming words just then was a trial, but she did it. “Muriel’s a friend. I called her.”
    Cillian lowered his gun.
    Eavan’s gaze followed the lowering weapon and fell on Cillian’s very beautiful naked, just-out-of-reach body. She tried to step around Muriel. “I’m fine here.”
    Muriel sighed. “I’m sorry about this, Mr. Owens, but until she’s thinking clearly, it’s for the best.”
    Then she punched him.

Chapter 8
    E avan had a violent case of the shakes by the time she was a mile away from her apartment. It was a little mortifying to think that Muriel had seen her so out of control with a human, but at least she had been there to stop Eavan.
    â€œI owe you,” she said, not looking at Muriel yet.
    â€œSweetie,” Muriel drawled, “you always owe me for something or other. You just count yourself lucky that I don’t call in all those chits.”
    â€œWhy did you stop me?” Eavan had heard Muriel’s lectures on “giving in” often enough that she was a little surprised.
    Muriel glanced over at her, taking her eyes off the road long enough that it gave Eavan a pleasant shiver of danger. When Muriel looked back at the road, she answered, “When you choose to cross those lines, I’m good with it, but it’s not my place to help you cross them…unless you decide in advance…preferably with me along for the ride.” She flashed a fanged grin at Eavan.
    â€œI’m not sure I’ll ever be woman enough for you,” Eavan admitted.
    Muriel laughed, not cruelly, but in that way that made clear that she knew secrets that the rest of the world