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Perhaps you’ll try that?”
    “Good plan, Sir.”
    “Anything else we should know, Devereaux, before we sign off?”
    “Uh. Yeah.”
    “And it is—?”
    “I turned her.”
    “What?” The word came simultaneously from both Nigel and Akron. That made it extremely loud and annoying.
    “She was a bit insatiable. And I... well... I. It’s been a long time. I lost control.”
    Silence greeted him. It lasted two seconds. And then Nigel spoke.
    “You’re absolutely right, Sir. Ignorance is best. I guess this means I need to arrange night travel to Belize. For two. On it.”
    “Just stay hidden, Devereaux. And keep her out of sight as well. We’ll be in touch with particulars.”
    And with that, the screen went black.

 
    CHAPTER NINE
    Sydney didn’t awaken. Her eyes popped open and she sat up, instantly bombarded with sensory overload. Sound. Sight. Touch. Taste. Smell. Hearing was first, however. All sorts of sounds filled the space, blending into a rush of noise that begged ear plugs. She had to consciously mute it. Sydney was good at that, though. It was a learned skill. There wasn’t any other way to get things done at the studio with hundreds of people about and a job to do.
    Next came sight. Something was peculiar with her vision, too. Although the room was dim, she could make out everything in perfect clarity: wallpaper from some prior century. Furnishings to match. Glass globes dotted the wall at regular intervals. She was atop a smallish canopied bed. And she didn’t even need her glasses.
    As for her tactile senses! Wow. Sheets of an incredible count caressed her bare skin. The comforter was hand-loomed out of tiny strips of linen. It was meant to be light and airy; a barely-there coverlet. Yet she could feel every inch of its weight. Even the air had scent and texture to it. She moved an arm and actually experienced the resistance. The musty smell. The warmth. Humidity. Slickness.
    All of this was bizarre, and then even that got trumped. Sydney concentrated on her own body. She’d never felt better. Ever. She hummed with energy. Glowed with vigor. Vibrated with a sense of wellbeing she couldn’t ever remember experiencing.
    “Hello Love.”
    Sydney’s head turned, her eyes instantly finding the speaker, that way-over-the-top gorgeous vampire guy. Devereaux Castillion. Dev. Her body pulsed in place as their gazes connected. Oh my. He’d dressed differently, but even in faded denims and a navy-colored t-shirt that molded about pectoral muscles doing nothing to disguise well-toned shoulders and arms, Devereaux was impressive. The man was pure visual eye-candy. He wasn’t just good to look at, either. He was an incredible lover. Everything those dark eyes promised, they delivered. More than once. And longer each time. And she really didn’t need to remember that. Not right now, anyway.
    Sydney narrowed her eyes as he neared, although nothing on his lower body moved. No steps were being taken. No stride used. Was he... gliding? She’d have glanced down to check, but couldn’t seem to move her eyes. She wet her lips with her tongue before running it over her teeth; checking, even if it was foolish. Nope. Nothing out of place. Nothing sharp. Elongated. Pointed. Just teeth. Oh brother . She was becoming as delusional as Devereaux.
    “Where... am I?”
    Now, that was another bit of weirdness. Her voice sounded sultry and warm, even to her own ears. It carried a sensual timbre she’d never noted before. If she’d possessed this voice earlier, she’d have been a shoo-in for radio. Maybe she should change her field.
     “Uh... my sanctuary.”
    “Sanctuary?”
    “I had it specially designed. Attic room. Hidden behind one of the fireplace walls.”
    “What... time... is it?” she asked.
    “The sun has just set. And I mean just set. I must have forgotten that.”
    Oh no. She’d had the best lovemaking session of her life and then slept all day? What would Stan be thinking?
    “I have to get