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he’d seen it all before. I looked
around my room and didn’t notice anything out of place. Curious, I paced the
perimeter of my little apartment, hoping he hadn’t left again. Did he know he
wouldn’t be able to get back in if he had gone?
    My fears were eased when I took a moment to really consider
the living room. The curtains were drawn and the contents of the solid mahogany
chest I used as a coffee table were neatly piled on the floor next to it. “Clever,”
I murmured to myself and put on a pot of coffee. Gingerly, I sat at the table
and evaluated my injuries. My back still ached mildly and my headache hadn’t
gone away, but all in all I figured I’d made it out of the situation
surprisingly well. I wasn’t even that tired. After glancing at a clock, I saw
why. I’d slept for fifteen straight hours.
    Fortified with coffee, I turned my mind to my current situation,
which didn’t look particularly good. Although I was certainly safe for the
moment—my spell should stop anything short of a nuclear bomb or a stupidly
powerful witch—whoever had sent Ryan and the warlock was still out there. And
probably pretty pissed. There was certainly no point in trying to claim I
didn’t know Acayo and had nothing to do with it now. The successful rescue put
paid to that. Hmmm. I turned over possible options in my head. If I
could get close enough to these mysterious masters, I could wipe all knowledge
of Acayo and me out of their minds. But first, I’d have to get past the warlock
and whatever other guards they had. And make them hold still while I spelled
them too.
    I looked at my coffee table thoughtfully. Could I convince
Acayo to come hunting with me? Surely he’d prefer not to have these people,
whoever they were, potentially on his trail. I couldn’t ask him until he woke
up though, and I thought I probably had another hour until sunset. I went back
to my bedroom and did a series of stretches to ease my aching limbs before
running a hot bath.
    Refreshed and way cleaner, I headed to my bedroom, noting
the pink tinge of the setting sun through the window. Despite the danger we
were in, I couldn’t help but take a minute to ensure I looked amazing for Acayo
when he woke up. I pulled on a tight, knee-length skirt made out of a stretchy
fabric that didn’t restrict my movements. The garment had a long slit up the
back and made my ass look amazing. On top, I wore a fire-engine-red knit
sweater. I tied my hair in a tight braid down my back and took some care with
my makeup. I was just finishing up when I heard a sound from my living room
and, taking a deep breath, I headed out to greet my vampire.
    He was standing in the living room and he turned to face me
when I entered, causing my heart to skip a beat. He was shirtless and the
muscles in his gorgeous arms flexed as he stretched up a hand and ran it
through his hair. Abruptly aware I was staring, I looked away quickly, trying
to think of something to say. I barely knew him, yet I’d rescued him, been
rescued by him, had sex with him and then passed out in his arms to be gently
tucked into bed. The situation was outside my experience and I found myself
unusually shy.
    “So…am I right in thinking we’re stuck here?” he asked after
an uncomfortable silence.
    “Well, not stuck really. We’re safe here. Not so much out
there. But you can leave whenever you want. I’m not going to keep you here or
anything.”
    He chuckled and I blushed. On second thought, I’d have a
hard time keeping him here. Witch or not. I could sense Acayo was old and in
the world of vampires, old meant powerful.
    “And if I leave, what happens to you?” he asked after a
moment.
    “Well, speaking of that…” I hesitated. “I think things will
maybe be a little bad for me now. I think they’ll come for me and I can’t stay
in here forever.”
    “And…?” Acayo prompted me when I didn’t say anything more. “I
feel like you’re hovering around asking me something.”
    “Well,