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pride stopped her. She had always dealt with life so far—she’d carry on. Her worries lay elsewhere. She had witnessed Khord’s amazing strength and fury, and, in a way, she felt more anxious for Rogan.
    “Be careful, will you?”
    “Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.”
    Tall and handsome, he stood before her. Although letting him go distressed her, thinking she might never see him again, never touch him again was almost too much too bear. On top of her powerful attraction, the intimate moment they had shared made it all the more difficult.
    “Maybe I can drive you somewhere.”
    Indeed, a feeble excuse to stay around him a while longer. But pressed by time, she couldn’t think of anything better.
    “It’s all right. I’m fast.”
    “But you’re hardly recovered from your wound. Besides, my car is fast, too, and it’s no bother.”
    She left the kitchen before he could reply, and came back with her handbag. Rummaging inside for her car keys, she only took a few seconds to proudly dangle them in front of his eyes.
    “See, no bother at all. We can go any time you want.”
    Instinct taking over, Liv paused. Something felt wrong. Brow furrowed, she looked inside her bag, riffling through the most familiar object she owned.
    Rogan touched her arm. “What’s wrong?”
    “I’m not sure. Hold on, let me—” She swiftly emptied the contents on the kitchen counter to go through them. Without any care, she discarded a crossword book, lipsticks, pens, tissues and purse with jerky movements until the main part of the bag contained nothing but dust.
    “Oh, my God!”
    “What is it?”
    “My wallet’s missing!”
    Rogan’s body hardened, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. Somehow, Liv could figure out his thoughts. Trying not to babble, she recalled the fateful moment.
    “In the parking lot, I dropped my bag. I was scared, I picked it up. I knew something bad was coming. I didn’t check. I should have, but I didn’t. Then that monster turned up. I was so scared. Oh God, oh God, he’s got my wallet, my name, my address!”
    Torn between fear and self-resentment, she began shaking when Rogan took her hands in his. Although he whispered, she knew his touch was meant to soothe her as much as to drive his words home.
    “It’s okay. Don’t be afraid, I won’t let anything happen to you. Listen to me. We’re going back there now. Maybe he didn’t see your wallet, but we have to make sure of that. All right?”
    Sensing hope, her anxiety abated. He appeared so strong and self-possessed that she felt comforted, protected, safe. With him by her side, the world’s harshness and unforeseen pitfalls seemed to fade to a distant dream. The impression of bravery she had felt filled with caused her to nod.
    “If I’m unlucky and he knows where I live, we can’t stay here anyway. Oh my God, what did I do?”
    She had spoken in a soft voice, yet she hated the notion of her home being endangered. The living room she had furnished. The bedroom she had decorated. The kitchen she had spent happy times in. In spite of reason, she had the haunting feeling she would not see this place again. Rogan’s hand held hers. Liv let out a long sigh.
    “I’m ready. Let’s go!”
    The front door banged open.

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    In the blink of a vampire’s eye, Rogan disappeared into the living room. Following suit at her own human pace, Liv went to the kitchen door. With great care, she attempted to hide behind it and to see what was happening in the other room at the same time.
    “Tss, tss!” Khord hissed, holding her wallet, waving it to and fro. He had his vampire face on. He looked repulsive. “Seems like someone left this behind. Thank the lady for me, Rogan, will you? She made my life so much easier. A bit daft, isn’t she?”
    “Why are you here, Khord?”
    Rogan must have been biding his time, in the hope of finding out about the brute’s intentions. At least that would’ve been a