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noticing that there were more oil paintings lining the walls, small lamps lit each painting.
    I had never walked up a set of stairs that were so grand. Chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, the crystal droplets making rainbow patterns on the burgundy walls. Statues and busts, even a set of armour were displayed beautifully as we approached the next level.
    A couple of things struck me as odd as we walked down the long hallway. It was quiet, too quiet. The other thing bothering me was – where did the guards sleep? Before I had a chance to voice my concerns, Dario said, “This is my private quarters and only my most trusted employees are allowed on this level. During daylight hours, state of the art motion sensors will detect movement and alert my day walkers to the activity. They will act accordingly.” I nodded not really knowing how else to reply. I noticed all of the little sensors fixed to the wall and wondered if I would be able to cross from one end of the hallway to the other without setting them off, if I could do it, then one of the hunters would be able to. “Mackinley and Arius have full access to this level and I will appoint a hand maid to help you dress and for anything else that you females need help with.”
    I arched an eyebrow and set about giving him one of my hardest stares. It was meant to make him fear me, but the smile on his lips only served to annoy me further. “Dario, I have been dressing myself for longer than I care to remember, I really don’t need help pulling on a pair of jeans or doing up my bra! Trust me; I have no use for a servant!”
    His grin spread across his face, he gently cupped my chin in his hand and said “Keera is human, she will see to your needs.” I knew then that he had appointed me a donor. No more visiting night clubs in search of a dinner date, I had my own willing participant. At least I hoped she was a willing participant.
    We continued down the long hallway, lots of door lined the walls on either side. My curiosity was piqued , but Dario had already told me I would get a grand tour tomorrow. I was a guest and it wouldn’t do to be caught snooping about.
    His hand paused above a door handle and he took a slow breath in before opening the doors. He pushed them open and stood back waiting for me to enter. It was beautiful. It was so much better than any of the little B&B’s that I had grown accustomed too.
    Deep reds, gold’s and soft yellows were the theme of the room. A large four poster bed dominated one wall. It had massive wooden headboard that had been hand carved with vines and small leaves. The four posts were carved with the same detail as the headboard. The pattern was twisting and climbing up each post and continued across each plinth that ran around the top of the bed. It was truly beautiful. Deep red drapes with gold embroidered swirls hung from each post. I noticed that bedding was in the same design.
    Wooden window shutters were already closed and thick drapes were pulled. I was glad to see that the sun wouldn’t be able to burn me to a crisp whilst I slept away the new day.
    A fireplace warmed the room, logs sat crackling away, but what made me smile more than anything, was the candles that covered most of the surfaces. They were flickering away, giving the room a beautiful feeling. On a cabinet next to the bed was a vase holding long stemmed red roses. I glanced up at Dario; his eyes searched my face as I tried to keep it as neutral as possible. “It’s lovely Dario, thank you.”
    His eyebrows drew together, concerned that I wasn’t happy with my room. It wasn’t that I didn’t like my room, but I really hated the sleeping arrangements that he deemed necessary!
    “ Really Dario, thank you, I will be fine in here.” I omitted telling him that I needed him with me. If he wanted to stay, nothing I said or did would sway him. No, he obviously wanted us to have separate sleeping arrangements. I had to respect his wishes, no matter how much I