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champion, love.”
    Her lips twisted in frustration but he didn’t care. If he weren’t so damn stiff, he would have stalked off to his cave. Fuck, he couldn’t even die right, not if some chick was able to resurrect him. He was a godforsaken necromancer; he had taken precautions to prevent this very thing and yet, somehow, she brought him back. Who the hell was this girl?
    “Who are you?” he asked, his newly beating heart starting to pound in his chest. It hurt to have the organ beating again, the constant thump-thump an annoying cadence “ What are you?”
    “I’m the last of my kind,” she said softly, glancing around the room to see if anyone was listening. Justice raised his head enough to see that the room was empty except for the pair of them. “My blood can feed a pack of vampires for years. It can give them unmatched power, strength, immunity to the sunlight, to death. My blood brought you back to life and I’ll share it with you if you promise to keep me safe.”
    “Lady, I could kill you right here and now,” he ground out, pissed that she had stolen his final death from him. “Then the vampires wouldn’t have your blood to become an even greater threat than they already are.”
    She smiled at him, a smile that shot straight through his chest and into his soul, momentarily banishing the darkness with the brilliance of a simple curve of her lips. Sucking in a breath, he knew the moment she realized she had him.
    “As you wish, Justice,” she grinned, tilting her head back and exposing her slender throat to him. The foolish girl probably thought he was no longer a threat since he had blood coursing through his veins. Unfortunately for her, he still had his teeth. Ignoring the pain, he sat up and grabbed onto her shoulders, nearly crushing her beneath the strength of his grip. In the next moment, his teeth were in her throat and the sweetest, most delectable blood burst into his mouth.
    A soft moan of arousal came from her lips as she sunk her fingers into his hair, as she held his head against her neck. Life filled him, making his heart beat even faster, harder. His strength increased ten-fold, a hundred-fold, as she gave freely of herself. Her low, throaty rasp moved over his skin, “I knew you’d understand.”
    He was very much afraid he did. Whatever she was, she had bound him to her and there was no escape.
     
    More and more ideas started welling up and detonating inside of his brain and it was all he could do to get everything written down. He hadn’t felt this inspired since the last time he sat down and sketched out the first Justice Kane story. He even had a title for the new book: The Resurrection of Justice .
     

Chapter 2
     
    As soon as she had gotten back to her room at her aunt’s house, Ana had gotten comfortable and started to read. She hadn’t even bothered to change, enjoying the scent of Harrison as she read his words. She had ignored the phone, the cat, even her rumbly stomach as she fell further and further into the world of Justice Kane. Before, she had pictured Justice with light brown hair and ice cold blue eyes but now that she met the author, she couldn’t help but picture him with Harrison’s black hair and chocolate eyes. Justice was all hard planes and ripped muscles but she discovered she preferred Harrison’s slightly less cut body. It was still pretty damn impressive but instead of walking around with an eight pack, Harrison’s was more of a four pack, hard but not threatening or off-putting. A girl could snuggle with Harrison, drag her fingers through his slight body hair, and just get lost in his eyes. She’d be safe with him. With Justice, a girl would probably die a horribly painful death, either at Justice’s hands or one of his many enemies and she’d never be safe.
    She held her breath as Justice neared the end of his fight with the powerful sorceress Raissa, the woman he had been having an on again, off again love affair with since the first