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mean, can you usually read people’s minds?”

    She nodded, but it was an absent action, her thoughts were obviously elsewhere.
    Greg tried to ignore the disappointment suddenly pinching at him as he acknowledged that the woman was mad, or at least delusional if she thought she could read minds. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised. The mother couldn’t exactly be normal, or she wouldn’t allow strange men to climb into her trunk—for she’d been behind him and had to have seen him climb in. Anyone else would have run screaming for building security instead of taking him home with her.
    It seemed madness was running rampant tonight. The first example had been his behavior, then the brunette’s, and now the blonde thought she could read minds. It made him wonder if there wasn’t some sort of citywide madness occurring. Perhaps men all around Toronto were climbing into trunks and letting themselves be tied to beds. Perhaps it was some sort of drug released into the city’s water reservoir; a terrorist plot to incapacitate the men in Canada.
    On the other hand, perhaps this was all just a weird dream, and he was really still at his desk at work, head down and sound asleep. Greg decided that was the most likely possibility. It provided a most satisfactory explanation of his own inexplicable behavior in getting himself here. Of course, none of that really mattered. Asleep or awake, mad or not, he was here, and even if it was a dream, he wanted to get himself home. He had a flight to catch.
    “Listen, if you could just untie me, I promise I’ll forget all about this. I won’t bring in the authorities or anything.”
    “The authorities?” the blonde echoed. “You mean like the police?” She seemed startled at the prospect, as if it hadn’t occurred to her.

    “Well, yeah,” Greg said with a frown. “Okay, so I came here apparently willingly enough,” he admitted reluctantly. “But now I want to go home, and if you don’t untie me, it’s forcible confinement, and that’s a criminal offense.”
     
    Lissianna began to gnaw on her lower lip. She’d tried to slip into the man’s thoughts to soothe and control him as she’d done earlier with Dwayne, as her mother should have done before leaving him, but she couldn’t get into his thoughts. It was as if there were an impenetrable wall around his mind, and while she’d heard of this, she’d never run across it herself. Lissianna had never met a mortal she couldn’t read and control. Though she had run across individuals she found it difficult to read and control. Usually, that difficulty eased or disappeared altogether once she was feeding on them.
    She tilted her head and eyed her gift, debating whether to try feeding off him to make it easier to slip into his thoughts and soothe him. The only problem was that if she couldn’t slip into his thoughts even a little, Lissianna wouldn’t be able to keep him from experiencing the pain when her teeth first sank into his neck. Unless…
    Mirabeau had once told her about coming up against a similar situation. She’d said she’d kissed and caressed the man, relaxing him, and had managed to slip into his thoughts the moment her teeth sank into him.
    Lissianna considered the matter briefly. She’d never seduced anyone before. Born and raised in Georgian England, her life had been rather sheltered, and while society had grown more promiscuous the last fifty years or so, Lissianna’s life hadn’t. Her parents were old, with old values and beliefs that were slow to change and modernize. While her mother might have allowed her more freedom, her father would never have bent to society.

    Still, she simply couldn’t leave the man lying there distressed, Lissianna decided. Besides, she wouldn’t mind a little preview of her birthday dinner, rather like a lick of the icing off a cake before it was served. Okay, she’d like a little more than the equivalent of a lick, but just a quick bite, just enough to ease her