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blood. While Jacob sucked that energizing nectar, Valarian had leaned close as if to kiss his cheek. A sharp pain pierced his neck as the vampire claimed him. Their bond had been sealed in blood.
    “Jacob, Are you all right?” Akila’s quiet voice brought him abruptly back to the present, the soft bed beneath him and the warm woman by his side. “I’m sorry I stirred up these painful memories.”
    “No. You should know everything about us, about what you’re getting into if you decide to accept Valarian’s proposal. He is no longer an evil being, but he’s no angel, either. The night he freed me, we forged a pact. He helped me fulfill my vow to my family. For years after the war we tracked Nazi criminals even more diligently than the Mossad did.”
    “What did you do to them?”
    He looked at her. “We didn’t take them into custody.”
    She didn’t look particularly appalled by the fact. Perhaps, compared to Valarian’s violent history, Jacob’s one-man justice didn’t seem so bad. Or all of this seemed more like a story than reality to her.
    “Do you ever regret making that pact? There must be times when you wish you could go your own way, live your own life. Or maybe I just don’t understand your relationship. Are you lovers?”
    Jacob smiled. The girl kept taking him by surprise with her candor. “Sometimes.”
    “You’re bisexual, then.”
    He paused to consider. Despite his years with Valarian, and those years had included a lot of sex, Jacob still thought of himself as a heterosexual male. He was attracted to women. His relationship with Valarian was something else entirely, an unbreakable, unshakeable connection.
    “I suppose you could say that.”
    Akila surprised him even more by adding, “Do the two of you ever share a partner, like a ménage situation?” She said it in an offhand manner, but the glitter in her eyes made it clear she was intrigued by the idea.
    “Rarely, but sometimes. One doesn’t live as long as we have without experimenting with many things.”
    Akila flopped back on the pillow. “You must think I’m an incredibly shallow bitch for asking sex questions after the serious things you’ve told me about your life. I’m sorry. I blurt out whatever crosses my mind. I really need to learn to keep my big mouth shut.”
    “No. Your honesty is refreshing. I like it.” He smiled at her. “Especially since so much of my life is carried on in the shadows of half truths and lies. It’s the nature of being Valarian’s agent. I conduct his business when he can’t—although with the advent of the Internet it’s much easier for him to do whatever he needs to from home—that entails being very careful about everything I say.”
    “I can imagine. Like keeping Superman’s identity a secret. It would be tiresome.” She cut a sideways glance at him. “Do you ever wish you could just be normal?”
    Every day. “My life stopped being normal the day my family was arrested in nineteen forty-three. This is my life.”
    And it just got a lot more interesting since you burst into it.
     
    Valarian watched the lights in the windows of Akila’s room shine in the darkness. He stood in the garden below, the one planted with night-blooming flowers that shone ghostly white in the moonlight. He loved to sit for hours in the peaceful place. He hadn’t chosen to go there tonight simply because it was below Akila’s window and he could hear the sounds of their lovemaking floating out into the night. Not at all.
    His nose twitched as it caught the faint scent of sex, and his cock twitched as he envisioned heaving, naked flesh. His fangs descended from the desire to sink them into Akila’s lovely breast or Jacob’s solid shoulder. It was difficult to separate the need for sexual release from the need for blood, both so powerful and elemental a part of him.
    He could go upstairs, throw open the bedroom door and join them on that wide bed. The desire to do so was strong, and he’d never been