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would execute her with ice-cold precision should he come to consider her too big a chink in Raphael’s armor. Raphael might kill the vampire for it, but as Dmitri had once said to her—she’d still be dead. “Surely some little groupie’s crying her heart out over you.” She couldn’t help but think of that night in the vampire wing of the Tower—Dmitri’s head bending over the supple neck of a ripely curved blonde whose pleasure had scented the air in a sensual perfume.
    “You break my heart.” An insincere smile, the amusement of a vampire so old, his age was a heavy weight on her bones. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to start thinking you don’t like me.” Stripping off his thin linen shirt without blinking—and there was snow on the ground up here for crissakes—he went to the top button of his pants.
    “You planning to die today?” she asked conversationally. Because Raphael would rip out Dmitri’s heart if the vampire touched her. Of course, it’d be hard for the archangel to do that—she’d have already cut it out. Dmitri might be able to taunt her body to keening need with that scent of his, but Elena wasn’t about to be compelled. Not by this vampire. And not by the man he called sire.
    “It’s a big pool.” He pulled off his pants.
    She caught a glimpse of one sleekly muscled flank before she closed her eyes. Well, she thought, conscious of the heat blazing across her cheeks, at least that cleared up all doubts as to his coloring—Dmitri wasn’t tanned. The exotic honey of his skin was inborn . . . and flawless.
    A wash of water that announced his entry into the pool. “You can look now, hunter.” Pure mockery.
    “Why would I want to?” Opening her eyes, she turned her gaze toward the breathtaking mountain vista instead. Hunters weren’t prudes, but Elena chose her friends with care. And when it came to people she was comfortable being naked with—being vulnerable with—that list was even shorter. Dmitri was in no way, shape, or form in that group.
    As she focused on the snow-capped peaks in the distance, she kept an eye on him with her peripheral vision. Not that she’d survive him if he came after her, not given her current physical state, but that was no reason to make herself an easy target. Fur and diamonds, sex and pleasure. The scents wrapped around her, a thousand silken ropes, but they were muted. It was his gaze that worried her right then—that of a predator sizing up prey.
    It took almost a minute before he shrugged and dropped back his head, his arms braced on the rocky edge of the natural pool. He was, she was forced to admit as she glanced back, sexy as the most wicked of indulgences. Dark eyes, dark hair, a mouth that promised pain and pleasure in equal measures. But she felt nothing beyond a reluctant female appreciation. Blue was her addiction and her salvation.
    A tendril of darkest chocolate wrapped around her.
    Rich. Compelling. In no way muted.
    She hissed through her teeth. “Turn it off.” Her body grew tight, her breasts swelling with a need as raw as it was unwanted.
    “I’m relaxing.” Irritation coated in masculine arrogance—not exactly surprising given who Dmitri called sire. “I can’t do that if I have to control an integral part of my body.”
    Before Elena could reply to an assertion she wasn’t sure she believed, a feather of heavenly blue edged in silver floated into the water in front of her. It reminded her of another day, another feather, Raphael’s hand opening to drop silver blue dust to the ground as possession glittered in his eyes. Using the memory to fight the sensual impact of Dmitri’s scent, she focused on the distinctive sound of wings settling behind her. “Hello, Illium.”
    The angel walked around to sit on the snow-dusted rim to her right, dipping his legs into the water, jeans and all. In fact, like many of the angelic males in the Refuge, that was all he wore, his muscular chest naked to the sun’s rays.