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felt fiercely proud. “Never.”
    â€œYour loss. Now, take down the braids. You’ll keep your hair loose.”
    â€œI don’t want to—”
    When he reached down to do it himself, she unraveled them, trying to keep her pointed ears covered.
    His breath left him with a sharp exhalation. “Let me see them.”
    She said nothing as he brushed her hair back.
    â€œThey’re like the fey’s.” He ran the backs of his fingers against the sharp tip at the top and she shivered. By his watchful gaze, she knew he was noting her reaction. “Is that a trait of female vampires?”
    She’d never seen a full-blooded vampire, male or female. She shrugged.
    â€œInteresting.”
    He rinsed her hair, studying her face with an inscrutable expression. When finished, he ordered, “Turn this water off,” then drew her from the stall. Taking a towel, he dried her completely. He even pinned her still—by hugging an arm around her waist—to run the cloth slowly between her legs. Her eyes grew wider as he continued to inspect her as if she were a prospective purchase. He palmed the curves of her bottom, then brought his hand down hard on each side, making sounds of . . . approval?
    He must have noticed her bewildered expression, because he said, “You doona like me learning you?”
    â€œOf course not!”
    â€œI’ll allow you to do the same.” He placed her palm flat on his chest, dragging it down, a challenging look in his eyes.
    â€œI’ll pass,” she squeaked, jerking her hand back.
    Before she could even cry out, he swooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, roughly tossing her there.
    She scrambled up, dashing for her dresser full of clothes. In a flash, he was behind her, peering over her shoulder, pressing into her with his entire body, his penis hardening against her. He picked out a revealing red lace nightgown, pulling it out with one finger under the straps.
    â€œRed. To remind me of what you are.”
    Red was her favorite color. She wanted to be reminded, too.
    â€œRaise your arms.”
    Enough! “I—can—dress—myself,” she snapped.
    He yanked her around to face him, and his tone went deadly. “Doona displease me, vampire. You canna imagine how many years of rage I’ve got pent up, ready to be tapped.” She glanced past him, and her jaw slackened when she saw the distinct claw marks that had rent the bedside table. He’s a madman.
    She helplessly raised her arms. Her aunts would have told him— Her brows drew together. Her aunts wouldn’t have told him anything, because they’d already have killed him for what he’d done. Frightened Emma raised her arms. She was disgusted with herself. Emma the Timid.
    When he smoothed the gown over her, he insolently brushed her nipples, which were hard as if seeking his touch. He stood back to rake his gaze over her from her toes up to the gown’s high slit at the leg, finally resting on the lace bodice. “I like you in silk.” His voice was a deep rumble, his gaze as strong as a touch, and even after everything that had happened, she responded.
    He gave her a cruel smirk. He knew it.
    Her face flushed and she turned away.
    â€œNow, get in the bed.”
    â€œI’m not sleeping with you.”
    â€œWe’re going to do something in that bed. I’m weary and thought we’d sleep, but if you have other ideas . . .”
    *  *  *
    Emma had always wondered what it would be like to sleep with someone.
    She had never experienced it, never felt another’s skin against her own for more than the briefest moment. When he’d tucked her against his body in a spooning position, she’d been shocked by how warm he was. Her body, which had paled and cooled with hunger, grew warm as well. She had to admit this unfamiliar closeness was . . . remarkable. The hair on his