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while she got the snub. Nothing strange about that, but the jealous glares were completely abnormal. So she flicked a finger at one of the lights on their billboard and watched it burst with a shower of sparks that starting moving from one to the other, knocking them all out. Everyone about them looked up, and the next moment she was wrapped in Tristan’s cloak and unable to see anything but him.
    “Good diversion. Now, hold to me.”
    Rori snuggled into the space below his chin, melding as close as she could to material-covered muscle and really amazing abs. He didn’t have to ask. She didn’t want to move anywhere. The sense of belonging was too vast and totally visceral. And he wanted her. How had that happened? She was in his arms, with her mouth wide to devour the sensation. Tristan Navarre Invaris. Knight. The guy was gorgeous. Built. Sensual. Delicious-smelling. Her world had certainly changed.
    Or, maybe not.
    They landed lightly on a stone floor in a replay of last night. Rori looked down at it in disgust.
    “What?”
    “You brought me back to your version of Tirgoviste Castle?”
    “Did you wish that?”
    “Not especially.”
    “Then no. This is not Tirgoviste Number Two.”
    He opened his cape, allowing her to move away. She took a second or two longer than she needed to, but he was just so stirring! So moving! So—
    “Later.”
    He whispered it into the space above her head, his voice full of laughter. Rori’s immediate reply was to clap and watch the torches all flare brightly about them.
    “You are learning your powers. You are even better than I was prepared to believe.”
    “By whom?”
    “Uh…later.”
    “You know Tristan, with you holding all the answers and refusing to part with them is really going to make this a long, frustrating night.”
    “Frustrating?” he asked.
    “Oh yes. Totally.”
    Rori reached toward him and ran her fingernail up the button placket of his shirt, watching each one pop off. She didn’t just hear him gulp, she felt it as her fingertips reached the bottom of his neck. Another touch parted the silk fully, giving her a perfect view of exactly what she’d felt every time she’d touched him. The guy was better than muscled. He was ripped. Completely and totally. Beyond anything she’d ever seen. Even more than the guy in the poster in their room.
    “Poenari. We’re at Poenari Castle.” He choked on the name.
    “You had this one re-made, too? Amazing. Let’s see…that’s thirty feet by one-eighty. Right?” Rori counted off steps to the width of the hall. It measured pretty close to thirty. A spin brought her right back to where Tristan stood, shirt gapped to display perfect male, while what looked like goose-bumps flew his skin. “You really have a fixation with Vlad Dracula, don’t you?”
    “You know your history?”
    “I’m majoring in the subject…with a few side trips into Theology.”
    “The…ology?”
     His voice split, but that was her fault. Those were little goose-bumps, and they seemed to move outward from wherever she put her fingers. It was addicting. The more she traced the bumps of his abdomen, the harder and tighter his nipples got. That just made hers a match. She probably should’ve donned a bra, and the moment she thought it, she watched his eyes widen. She’d been off a little. They weren’t completely black. There was the warmest dark brown around the edges of completely captivating and stunning eyes. She watched as he shut them, shuddered beneath her touch, and was still watching when he looked back at her, and then licked his lips.
    “It really fascinates me how much cause and effect religion has had on the world. Over time. Vlad Dracula wasn’t a real vampire. You know that, don’t you?”
    He nodded.
    “So, why recreate his castles?”
    “I knew him.”
    “You met Vlad Dracula?”
    “Well…no. I didn’t meet him. Gaining his attention was a dangerous thing. But I attended more than one of his impaling