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necessary. I’m…glad we talked.”
    â€œOf course,” Rose replied, and her smile became a little more genuine. “Any time you have misgivings, you can come to me. All right?”
    â€œThank you. I’ll do that.” And you’ll run right back to Fuller to report everything I say. Hell, you’ll probably add this little conversation to their file on me.
    Still smiling, Rose hugged her stack of manila folders to her chest and left the office. Hilary leaned back against the door, and tried to quell the nausea. She’d said too much, blurted her thoughts without thinking first. Let herself see Rose Sversky as a stereotype. A sweet old lady. Somebody’s grandma. Mrs. Santa Claus. Dammit, she was nuts to have opened this can of worms with that woman. Rose had been aware of the atrocities DPI was sponsoring for years. Years! Hell, she was likely a part of them!
    And what would she do now? Had Hilary saved herself in time, or had she given herself away completely? And what if she had?
    She was scared. Jesus, she was scared.
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    Jameson and the others stayed a few days in Rhiannon’s Manhattan penthouse. Heavy black draperies lined every window, with dark shades beneath them. And there wasn’t a coffin in the place. Everyone slept in beds, by Rhiannon’s order. She liked the good life, Rhiannon did. Satin sheets on every bunk in the suite.
    Jameson had to smile at her antics. She certainly kept the conservative and staid Roland hopping.
    Roland. How many times had he saved Jameson’s life now? Three? Four? There was the time DPI agent Curt Rogers had kidnapped Jameson when he was—what, twelve? That prick had left him tied up in a condemned building in the heart of winter. All just a ploy to get to Tamara, of course. If Roland hadn’t found him after he’d fallen down those stairs, though…
    And then, later, after his mother died, that bastard Lucien had taken him, offered to trade his life for the dark gift. Once again, his friends had stepped in to save him. Rhiannon had nearly died that time in the effort.
    And now, here they were again. Pulling him from the jaws of death in the nick of time. So certain that just because he was still mortal, he couldn’t take care of himself.
    Hell, he was half vampire already. He lived like one. Slept days, and worked nights. It had come naturally to him, after spending so much time in their company. Even when Roland had found Jameson’s natural father for him, and sent him to live with the man in California, he’d stuck to his nocturnal ways.
    Someday, he supposed, he’d ask one of them to change him over. Someday. Not yet, though. He still had a few mortal years left, and he’d like to see a lot more sunrises before he said goodbye to them forever. He liked a good steak, a glass of wine, and he wasn’t ready to give it all up for a strictly liquid diet.
    â€œYou guys shouldn’t hang out in the city for very long,” he warned the others, as he paced the floor that night. Their third night here. “You know the place is practically lousy with those DPI bastards.”
    Rhiannon smiled. “I wish I would run into one of them.” She licked her lips, earning her a scowl from Roland. It didn’t faze her. She reached down and stroked a path over Pandora’s head, and the cat batted playfully at her hand.
    â€œYou’re right, Jamey,” Tamara said softly, and she went to the nearest window to part the draperies and snap the shade so it rolled up on itself. Then she stared out at the glittering skyline. “But I don’t want to leave until you do. I know you’re still furious. And I know you want revenge.”
    He shrugged. “That’s my problem. I’m not going to keep telling you, I don’t want you involved in my troubles, Tam. You’re going to get yourself killed one of these times, sticking your nose in where—”
    â€œI had