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heard Kerestyan’s voice a second before his arm left her waist and a lamp clicked on a few feet away. “She’s a guest.”
    “Whose guest?”
    Logan really couldn’t do anything but blink when the owner of the voice stood up from a comfortable looking couch across the room and stared right at her. She’d seen a lot of strange things on the streets of New York City, but this…this took the cake.
    Armor. The guy was wearing armor as clothing. Thick, black leather covered his body, and attached at the forearms, chest, thighs and shins were molded metal plates. The chest piece had the head of a dragon carved into it, but aside from that one simple embellishment, every inch of it was blacker than coal.
    Kerestyan waved a hand in Medieval Man’s general direction. “Sit down, Odin. She’s my guest.”
    Odin, if that indeed was his real name, looked almost identical to Kerestyan in every way, except for their clothes, the faint scar marring his bottom lip, and the fact that his eyes were black. And not just his irises; his eyes were completely blacked out.
    He raked her with a hard glare from those creepy depths then scowled. “It’s wet and dirty. Where did you get it?”
    Did she really just hear that? She stiffened and narrowed her eyes to match his. “I’m not an it.”
    He turned towards Kerestyan, mouth agape. “You brought one home that can still talk?”
    Kerestyan made a good show of exhaling a deep breath as he shrugged his coat from his shoulders. “Yes, she is wet and dirty. Yes, she can speak. And yes, she is human.” He stuffed his gloves into the pocket of his coat then draped it over the back of a dark grey chair. “Her name is Logan, not it, and you will address her by her name and nothing else while she’s in my home.”
    Odin’s black eyes popped wide open. “You’re keeping it?”
    Kerestyan disappeared through a doorway, but his voice seemed to stay in the room. “Do me a favor. Knock off the offended vampire routine. She’s more than aware of what you are, and probably cares less about your undead state than you do about her dependence on oxygen.”
    Logan smiled as she looked around the room, but even more when Odin wrinkled his nose as her eyes moved past him. Now that she knew, she wasn’t surprised this was Kerestyan’s home.
    It suited him.
    The colors were dark but rich. The furniture wasn’t fancy, more comfortable in appearance and constructed from durable materials like leather. A few black and white photographs of the New York skyline from different time periods adorned the walls. Plants sat atop various dark wood end tables. Matching bookcases took up the wall farthest from her, and a line of heavy black curtains covered the entire wall to her right.
    And of course there was the large television situated in the corner near the bookshelves, just a few feet away from the Renaissance Reject who was still giving her the evil eye.
    She took a few hesitant steps towards him. “Do I offend you or something?”
    It looked as though he intended to respond, but his mouth snapped shut when Kerestyan came back into the room with a cobalt blue plate in hand.
    He held it out towards her. In the center was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, surrounded by apple slices. “It’s not steak, but it’ll have to do for now.”
    “No! Don’t feed it. It’ll never leave!”
    Logan would have responded to the Tin Can, she really would have, but there were two very different reasons why she didn’t. One, Kerestyan was already striding across the room. And two, she forgot just how sticky peanut butter, jelly and bread became when mixed with saliva.
    By the time she managed to clear a path between her teeth and tongue, Kerestyan already had his finger jammed into Odin’s chest. “I told you what her name was. Brother or not, I’ll rend the flesh from your bones if you defy my wishes again. Remember where you’re standing.”
    Brothers? Well that certainly explained the resemblance.