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rather handsome lips. No wonder he was tense. He’d walked alone into the vampires’ den. Very intriguing.
    “Well,” she said with decision, “if you haven’t come to use your stake, please do take a seat.”
    “I’ll try and keep it under control,” he promised. “Will you join me?”
    So he’d come to see her, was even prepared for banter and innuendo. Why?
    She didn’t take her eyes off his as she inclined her head and spread one hand in invitation for him to precede her.
    He strolled across to the nearest booth. He had good, lean hips and a fine, neat rear, but he walked too stiffly. She didn’t remember that before. Why was he so wound up now when no one was offering him a fight? What had he come here for?
    Hastily she concentrated her senses on the building and the area immediately outside. No powerful humans, no hunters. So she let her senses surround István instead.
    Since he wasn’t telepathic, she couldn’t pick up his thoughts. But, being deeply empathic, she caught his mood: edgy, wary, excited. And he was definitely hiding something. When he sat, she felt his relief like a flood. Relief and pain.
    Now that was most intriguing of all.
    It was noisier in the booth than at the door and bar areas, yet it had been designed to give the illusion of more privacy. Since the live band had played earlier in the evening, now there was just her DJ playing an eclectic selection of rock. The music was one of the reasons her nightclub stood out for certain humans. She couldn’t bear the current dance music of most human nightclubs.
    As she slid onto the high-backed velvet sofa beside him, she felt every nerve, every tiny hair on his body, stand up in awareness of her nearness. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation for her. Far from it.
    “So,” she said, “what brings you back here after all this time?”
    His eyes flickered, as if surprised she’d actually remembered him. She almost laughed. Apart from the fact that vampires always remembered hunters, she had fantasized about killing this particular one for some months after their first meeting. Most of those fantasies had involved a certain amount of sexual gratification as she drained him of his powerful hunter blood. The memory made her smile. He was undoubtedly a sexy human, and she’d have no objections to fitting her body around the hard angles and planes of his. She could smell his blood, hear it pumping through his veins just a little too fast. He was definitely restless, his body curiously unquiet, whether or not that was anything to do with her and sexual attraction.
    And that had certainly been present on their first encounter. She’d felt his erection pressing against her hips as he’d held her, heard the galloping of his pulse as she’d deliberately, teasingly wriggled against him. It had felt good, too good considering her humiliating position at the time. And yet if that was really why he was back, why would it have taken him eighteen months?
    “I was passing,” he said evasively.
    She raised her brows. “Was Mihaela’s party so dull?”
    “On the contrary. Bizarre, perhaps, but never dull.” He leaned back on the sofa slowly, almost gingerly. “I was surprised not to see you there.”
    She leaned her elbow on the table to turn and see him better. “I’m surprised you noticed.”
    This time she thought his smile was spontaneous. “Oh, come, Angyalka, you’re nothing if not noticeable. And besides, you’re known to be a friend of Maximilian’s.”
    “Has Mihaela taken it as a slight?” she asked. “Or a sign that I’m really after her lover?”
    “Are you?”
    “If I were, it wouldn’t do me any good,” she observed. “Maximilian has chosen his companion.”
    “Not just a human, but a hunter.”
    “I know who she is,” Angyalka said dryly. As a lover, Maximilian was well back in her past. What interested her was that István appeared to be fishing. Perhaps he was looking out for Mihaela.
    She sat back at last,