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He kissed my head through my messy bed-head hair and left his mouth against my skin, breathing me in. He didn't say anything, which in itself was a bit unnerving. Michel when he's shouting can be frightful, but when he's quiet and angry, which I was betting he really was right now, he is downright spooky.
    I cleared my throat. Me nervous? Nah. “Why are you here?”
    We had agreed to let me have some nights to myself, last night was one of them. If Michel had his way, I would be living with him at his quarters beneath his club Sensations , but I needed to have me time. My apartment was my sanctuary. Michel visited here, of course, but he rarely stayed and even if he did, he was gone before dawn. My place is not light-tight like his chamber at Sensations , it doesn't suit his needs. Well, his light-sensitive needs anyway.
    “You disappeared on me, my dear. Left me stranded in your dream. I naturally wished to make sure you were OK.”
    Oh boy. We'd already made it to my dear . Michel had a tendency to call me ma douce, which means my sweet one in French, when he was happy, or sometimes even ma belle or ma petite lumière. But in public or when he was angry it was my dear and then finally, when he was really getting going, Lucinda . I could always gauge how things were heating up by what name he called me by.
    “It wasn't on purpose,” I answered a little sullenly.
    He tensed. “What do you mean?”
    I pushed away from him, so I could get a look at his eyes. Another indication of how Michel's mood was going were his eyes. If they were still deep blue with indigo swirls, I was OK. But if any violet or amethyst had crept in, then things weren't looking good. And if there was magenta hiding in their midst, then hold on tight we're in for a rough ride.
    Still blue. Still good.
    I took a deep breath in, I guess it's now or never. “I got pulled into a Dream Walk.”
    Michel's head cocked to the side, his eyebrow delicately raised. He could make looking puzzled an art form.
    “Is there something you have not been telling me, Lucinda?”
    And there you have it. Lucinda . Crap. Things were going down hill fast.
    “Why would you say that?” I'm not stupid, he was fishing, but to be fishing he must have thought there was a chance of catching something. Just how much had he suspected I had kept from him on my birthday?
    He ran a hand through his hair. A movement that most people would never see Michel Durand do. He just never lost control like that, but with me? Let's just say, I've seen that gesture a lot over the past few weeks.
    “ Ma douce . You are my kindred Nosferatin. Do you really believe I would not know when you are being secretive?”
    I held my breath, he just looked a little sad.
    “I had hoped you would feel comfortable to come to me in time, tell me what you had chosen to hide, when you were ready. But this,” - he indicated my dishevelled self and scratched up forearms with the sweep of his Armani suit clad arm - “is not something you should hide from me. Tell me ma douce , what has got you so scared you cannot share?”
    How is it that Michel could read me so well? Oh, that's right, he can sense my emotions. A perk from our joining. You don't realise how many emotions you feel during the course of a day. Michel had forgotten, vampires don't have the plethora of emotions humans do and he'd been a member of that undead club for over 500 years, so when he first started sensing my emotions, he had suffered. I manage to keep them in check most of the time, but I am human, well mostly, emotions are what makes us what we are. Nero had once told me, my emotions, or the fact that Michel could sense them, was what would make him turn towards the Light. I was doubtful sometimes, but hopeful. Always hopeful.
    I bit my lower lip. How to tell him? The thing is, I was scared. I had seen it in Michel's eyes when the power came flooding into me. A greed. A sense of triumph. It was not a look I had been prepared for. What