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idiotic, reckless thing to do, and yet there was nothing stupid or careless about Emma Wallace.
    She was clever and quick. She possessed enough psychic power to detect his presence, though he’d managed to shield his thoughts and location from her. He’d never had to do that with a mortal before, which only gave further proof of how special she was. He had hoped reasoning with her would be enough, but she was so determined, it was going to be difficult to persuade her. He might have to pin her down just to get her to listen.
    The thought of her lying beneath him caused him to swell. Bugger. He glanced down at his sporran, which was now hanging askew. He couldn’t go to Roman’s townhouse with an erection. They’d tease him about it for the next century.
    He watched her jogging up the steps toFifth Avenue . He moved quietly to the street, far enough away that he could still see her with his superior vision. She was hailing a cab, a worried look marring her pretty face. Good. It was about time she realized she was playing with fire.
    He had to do something. If the Malcontents caught her in the act, they would kill her without a second of remorse. They considered mortals nothing more than a food source, a herd of cattle. Vampires were naturally faster and stronger than any mortal could be. The lass was doomed if he didn’t stop her.
    He watched her slip into the backseat of a taxi with a graceful, controlled movement. So lovely. And amazing. Three kills last summer and one more this spring. She had to be one fierce little fighter. If only he could direct that passion elsewhere…
    His swollen groin throbbed. Bugger. Over five hundred years old, and here he was, reacting like a randy youth. He didn’t know whether to be annoyed or relieved. It had been so long since he’d felt arousal, he’d suspected he was more dead than alive—a theory that had made sense given his circumstance.
    With a sigh, he headed toward Roman’s townhouse on theUpper East Side . Teleporting would be faster than walking, but he wanted time to think. And time for the bulge under his kilt to settle down.
    Why didn’t he react this way among his own kind? There were plenty of available Vamp women, including those in his own harem. They were pretty enough, but they were also demanding and vain in a whiny, helpless way. Emma was totally different. Clever, independent, and bold. She had all the qualities he admired most in men. She was even a warrior.
    With a small jab of surprise, Angus realized she was just like him. Well, no. She was a great deal younger. And a great deal more alive. And she also had a very lovely female body.
    But her pull was more than a physical attraction. She was a warrior like him, battling evil in the wee hours of the night. She shared his need to protect the innocent. Beneath their obvious differences, they were kindred spirits. If he could make her see that, she could be an ally instead of an enemy.
    He turned onto Roman’s street and approached the townhouse. The windows were dark now that Roman’s harem was gone and he was living inWhite Plains with his mortal wife. Now the only inhabitants were Connor and two Vamp security guards. Ian would be guarding the townhouse, while Dougal watched over Romatech.
    Angus always stayed at Roman’s townhouse when he was inNew York . The bedrooms were equipped with aluminum shutters to keep the occupants safe during the day. And the daytime guards were completely trustworthy. They worked for MacKay Security and Investigation.
    No doubt, Emma Wallace would run a check on his company as soon as she read his business card. She’d probably figure out he was undead. That was all right. He didn’t want any secrets between them. He wanted her to learn to trust him.
    He planned to investigate her, too. If he knew all about Emma Wallace, he could figure out the best way to win her over. Psychological warfare. Not as straightforward as his usual methods, but the target in this case was