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looking through the rest.
    “He’s not a pretender nor is he one of mine.”
    “You’re sure?”
    Sharp blue eyes blazed before his face softened to a smile. “From anyone else, that could be considered an insult to how well I manage my people. No, the vampire Ms. Vincent was seeing is very young and not one of mine. If he’s hunting here, it’s under the mentorship of an older soul.”
    “He picked her up at the Vantage.”
    Marcus gave a small shrug and settled back into his chair. I knew he was being artful to tempt me, but I refused to let myself get distracted from the job.
    “It’s not unusual for young vampires newly on their own to make the rounds to several cities trying to find a place they feel comfortable. If he’s here, someone knows him.”
    Marcus leaned forward to pick the file back up. He sorted through the pictures until he found one that showed little more than the young vampire’s face leaving his partner anonymous. Holding it up, he lifted a questioning brow.
    “May I borrow this one? If anyone from my tribe knows him, we’ll find out when he arrived and with whom he’s associated beyond us.”
    I nodded and watched as he sprang from the chair with a fluid grace that reminded me of things best left forgotten. The driver was still loitering on the sidewalk. Marcus opened the door and handed him the photograph.
    “Make copies and find out who brought him into the Vantage. I want to speak to them tomorrow.”
    The driver muttered something that I assumed was acknowledgement before the door closed again.
    I turned to find Marcus leaning on the doorjamb.
    “Business is concluded for the day. There isn’t anything left to do for Ms. Vincent until morning.”

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    He held out his hand and I knew what he was asking. Marcus had made his intentions clear, but he wouldn’t take the evening one step further than I would let him. I understood how Eve felt in the Garden. Even wanting to turn him away, I knew I wouldn’t. When he left, it would be a microwave meal and a salad in front of the television. If nothing happened between us, the simple companionship he offered was too much to pass up.

Chapter Three
    After locking up and resetting the alarm, Marcus followed me to the tiny door at the back of the house on the first floor. Neither of us bothered with the light as we both had excellent night vision.
    The top of the stairwell opened into the upstairs kitchen that still had the original outdated appliances. Someone had set the house up as a duplex years ago and it suited me to leave it that way. Yasmine had been an on-again, off-again roommate for years. The layout of the house had allowed us to coexist without stepping on each other’s toes.
    I checked the back-door lock out of habit before turning to survey my guest. His smiling face was temptation incarnate. I was very conscious of the fact we were alone, in my apartment, where he knew the way to my bed. The thought made something low in my belly clench. He was obviously thinking the same thing from the way his smile faded to a far more sensuous expression.
    He glided across the space between us and I didn’t back away. When he raised a gentle hand to my check, I found myself leaning into it. The move bared my throat to him. It wasn’t my intention to tempt him, or was it?
    Desire chased away apprehension as he lowered his mouth to kiss the pounding pulse. Whether it was healthy or not, I wanted him for more than a roll on my clean cotton sheets. His kiss turned to the graze of teeth and he scraped them along my skin ever so lightly. In answer to his unspoken question, I leaned into him, pressing against the sharp points. He took me at my actions and bit.
    I gasped at the immediate pain, but didn’t pull away. He sealed his mouth to my neck and drank with vigor. His hands pulled me closer, kneading into my softness with growing urgency. My own urgency rose to match