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sensuality. He leaned in toward her.
    Valerie’s stomach fluttered like a virgin’s at his first kiss.
    Chad groaned.
    Lance pulled back, his eyes cooling, an expression of serious regret on his face. Glancing down at Chad, he sighed.
    Despite his attraction to her, she knew he cared passionately that she not harm the idiot who lay at their feet.
    No eating from someone who couldn’t give consent . Tonight, Valerie could afford to be generous.
    She nodded once, acquiescing to the priest’s wishes. A corner of his mouth twitched wider in acknowledgment of her capitulation.
    A smile would undo her resolve, just when she was so close to her endgame. She spun, coat billowing behind her, and leapt to the roof of the building above them. Distance was the only answer.

Chapter 6
    Valerie sprinted toward her final act of contrition, the very last duty of her redemption.
    A quick leap over a crumbling ledge and she landed, sure-footed and determined, on the next building. Death was coming for Radu Tepes. This final execution would at last free her from her burdens.
    After all her delays, she possessed only a three-minute window of opportunity for his assassination. A clever man and an even cleverer vampire, he’d surrounded himself with an enormous entourage of attorneys, assistants, and hero-worshipping interns.
    Valerie was clever, too. Three minutes was more than enough time to do what she needed to do. She reached the roof of the scalloped white building in mere seconds, not even stopping to admire the Arts and Crafts styled architecture.
    The rain stopped as she dropped onto the roof of the hotel, giving her a perfect view of her surroundings. Her tiny remnant of hope said it was a sign that her fortune favored her actions.
    Reporters of all kinds surrounded the hotel where every VIP in the PNC world was staying. Police and private security swarmed the hotel, keeping the peace. Dropping her head like a bloodhound, she sorted through the confusion for Radu’s scent, a distinctive blend of the sulfur of corruption with a hint of basil. Even her hardened stomach churned at the combination.
    Sulfur for Radu betrayed all who came near him. Basil because he had once been great.
    Following her meticulous plan, she spider-climbed down from the roof toward his sumptuous suite. When Radu entered the room, she would stake him. By the time his dust dropped, she would be long gone. She could disappear for once and for all.
    His ashes would finish her duty to eliminate all those vampires who had collaborated with the Nazis. A lifetime ago for mortals, but to her, it felt like yesterday morning.
    Despite Radu’s claims to have been a part of the French Resistance during the Second World War, Valerie knew exactly what he’d been doing. Dracula had been head of Hitler’s paranormal corps, and Radu had been his number one double agent. Dracula was already dead. Valerie knew that for a fact. She had arranged his death, and with her usual precision, guaranteed it had been seen by the world.
    Excitement tightened her throat. This was it. With Radu’s death, she would finally be free.
    Minutes ticked by. The door remained locked.
    Nothing happened.
    The full black clouds gathered together and dumped buckets of water over the city.
    She’d failed. She had failed. Red rage hazed over her vision.
    Wet and angry, Valerie dug her nails into the wall. With this last kill, her redemption at long last would have been complete.
    A crowd shouting Radu’s name turned her head.
    Below, the traitorous vampire stood before a white stretch limousine. Fans screamed as he waved to them. Radu held his arms out, palms flat, and with a pulsing motion, he quieted them.
    â€œFather Soleil has made great strides toward equality for our paranormal citizens. I will join the vigil outside his shelter in a gesture of solidarity with his brave act.”
    The crowd went insane. The wall under her nails shook with the noise.
    Her