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She liked it too.
    “That’s hardly a favor.” He dropped her hand and cupped her face. “Goodnight, my beautiful vamp.”
    This time she closed her eyes so he wouldn’t see the tears there. This time, he kissed her with such exquisite mastery, restrained and filled with goodbye that she balled her fists against his chest.
    How dare he awaken her true nature and leave her unfulfilled.
    But that’s exactly what he was doing. After breaking the kiss, he took a half step back.
    “Go inside while I can still let you.”
     
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    Ceara watched Maxim disappear down the beach, memorizing his easy swagger. How had she, little Miss Quiet, managed to find herself on a pleasure island, lusting after the one man who wouldn’t take her virginity? Life seriously wasn’t fair sometimes. She’d always believed that life was what you made it. True, she hadn’t pushed back when her parents had sheltered her, but she’d been well on her way to putting her foot down. While women her age were getting degrees, partying all night, or marrying, she’d been sitting at home playing her violin until her fingertips bled. She’d been learning, reading… not living.
    She was ready to live, darn it.
    Tired of staring at the glittering waves and not feeling the breeze against her skin, she grabbed her pillow and strode onto the deck. There was still time to enjoy the fresh air before the sun came up.
    A few minutes later, Avery jogged up and dropped into the next chair. Her long black ponytail was severely disheveled.
    “You missed a great game.”
    Ceara envied Avery’s ability to fit in. To join the group. Even V had gotten into the action. She wanted to learn to be more like that. The first step, of course, was opening up. She liked Avery well enough. She was cheerful, outgoing, confident in her sexuality. All qualities Ceara admired and wanted to emulate… even if her roomie was a sports nut and a little too gung–ho about running each and every morning.
    “I met someone,” Ceara murmured.
    Avery went still, and then turned in her seat so quickly she almost fell out of it. “Really?”
    Ceara felt a little lightheaded just thinking about him. He was so… powerful. Masculine. His intensity left her raw and bare, exposed in a way she’d never felt before. She nodded.
    “Well, tell me all about him.”
    After licking her lips, she said, “His name is Maxim. He’s a werewolf.”
    “Oh, here we go again.”
    “I know—” Ceara said quickly.
    Izzy, the beautiful Russian blonde in their coven, hated werewolves. Truly despised them. And with good reason. Coco had told Ceara about how she and Valencia had found Izzy in an alley in Paris. Raped, beaten, bleeding, almost dead. Valencia had changed Izzy, saving her life. Making her immortal. And though Izzy had adapted to vampirism, she’d never forgive the wolves. Ceara couldn’t blame her.
    But then Izzy’s best friend, Coco, had secretly started seeing a werewolf. Things had been intense when Izzy had found out yesterday. Coco had said it was nothing; there was no relationship with Grayson. But that had turned out to be a lie.
    Ceara didn’t have a best friend. In fact, she was still learning how to be friends with the other girls in the coven. They were likeable enough, but she’d spent most of her life locked away in her room. Alone . Valencia’s mansion was plenty big enough for everyone. They all had their own space. But Ceara craved the closeness… something she’d never felt with her parents.
    Though she didn’t have a best friend, she could understand how Izzy must have felt by the secrets Coco had kept. Luckily, the secret came out quickly, before serious damage could be done. Coco had gone from single girl on the prowl to happily mated in under a week. Would mating give Ceara the closeness she craved? Close friends and family?
    “Just be upfront with Izzy,” Avery said.
    “Upfront about what?” Izzy’s voice carried across the