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oddest enchantment she’d ever felt.
    She cast her gaze over the floor. Somewhere in the shadows were her briefs. Being Vampire, he would be able to see them, but she wasn’t going to ask. She watched as he rummaged around and pulled out a shirt from the pile of clothes, then pulled it over his head—buttons still done up. Even now there was something smooth and mesmerizing in his movements. But there was no magic, except the slight nudge suggesting she leave.
     
    William ran his fingers through his hair and glanced at the cute woman with the sharp copper-colored bob. She hadn’t moved. He checked his enchantment, but it no longer held her, she was free to go. In fact it was encouraging her to go. He was always very careful to give his liaisons every chance to leave before he got inside them. He made damn sure he wasn’t the bastard his father was.
    Yet he knew what he was doing wasn’t normal. He had his father to thank for that. His father had been Shaman and had decided to create the magic he needed by forcing William’s Vampire mother to participate. Nine months later, he’d been born. A constant reminder of what had happened. He’d left home long before he’d had his first taste of blood.
    “Hope you had a good time.” He reinforced the words with another gentle push of magic. He’d given a fan what she’d wanted. Put a smile on her face tonight, and in the morning she’d wake up with a slightly fuzzy memory of him and their time together. In exchange he’d gotten sex, if not blood. One need satisfied.
    The woman slid off the table and smoothed her short skirt down as far as it would go—not far, but she had nice legs. The kind that looked good wrapped around a man’s hips.
    He glanced at her again, taking in the lift of her eyebrows over her brown eyes and the sweep of her collarbones and the way her corset pushed her breasts up and out. For a moment he was tempted to run his finger along the edge where the flesh peeked out of the fabric to see if she’d flinch. Instead he kept his hands by his side. He never usually looked twice. Yet now he couldn’t look away. Even in the audience there’d been something about her that drew his eye.
    Every time he let himself linger with a lover they discovered he wasn’t right. The Vampires didn’t like his Shaman blood—tasted too much like dirt apparently, and ever since his conception Vampires and Shamen didn’t mix. And Weres were out of the equation.
    Humans were perfect for the simple reason they didn’t believe in magic or Vampires, so he couldn’t get in trouble if he enchanted someone. Plus he wasn’t tempted to fall for one, again. Margarite had been damaged beyond help after living with him and his unnatural magic.
    The woman picked up his beer and took a long swallow. His gaze landed on the pulse at the base of her throat. The sound of her heart was tempting, more than it should have been, he didn’t need blood. He’d had some before the show, but it hadn’t been fresh from the vein and it hadn’t been pulsing with etheric the way this woman’s was after having sex. He tore his gaze away and tried to ignore the ache in his jaw as his fangs put pressure on his teeth. He couldn’t trick her into offering a taste.
    “I did have a good time.” She took another sip of beer, then she pressed the bottle to the swell of her breast as if needing the cooling effect. Still she didn’t leave. Why? What more did she want from him?
    William dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, suddenly feeling thirsty even though he knew the beer would never do when what he wanted was running hot and red in her veins. “Can I have my drink?”
    “Sure.” She took another mouthful and made no effort to hand the bottle over.
    His eyebrows moved, then he quickly disguised the frown before it had fully formed. This wasn’t supposed to happen like this. They had sex and the groupie left, happy for the five minutes he’d spent with them, and he got the need for a