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Toussaint shifted his gaze up the wall to the oculus. “…touched me.” A mysterious grin curled the man’s lips, much as he fought it.
    Gabriel lifted a brow. “Touched you?”
    Toussaint leaned close to him as if to reveal a dark secret. “Yes, touched. She put her finger to my lips when I was frantic over you, and of a sudden I felt calm. Like I would do whatever it was she asked.”
    “I see. So she bewitched you?”
    Toussaint blew out a breath of frustration. “It is just, she is different. Why not call upon the surgeon? She made it clear she wishes to keep your attack a secret.”
    “Why reveal that what the authorities have on their hands, instead of a throat slasher, is really a mythical vampire?” Roxane said as she entered the room with folded bandages in hand. “They would think the two of you mad, as well as me.”
    Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest and leveled a hard gaze on the pale beauty. “You roam about my home as if it is your own?”
    “I brought supplies. I have been tending your wound for days, Monsieur Ungrateful.”
    He exchanged a look with Toussaint. The valet merely shrugged and mouthed the words, “Touched me.”
    “Now”—she set the medical accoutrements on the bed—“I’ve information you both will find valuable. But first, I wish to take a look at the wound. If you would allow?”
    “Allow such a gorgeous pair of hands to fondle my flesh?” He spread out his arms, opening himself to her. “Charge ahead, mademoiselle. I am at your mercy. Though it appears you’ve already had quite your way with me. Should I be ashamed?”
    “It appears the attack has done little to staunch your charm.”
    “How are you aware of my charm?”
    “Your valet has told me I should be honored to tread about your lair of—how did you put it—?”
    Toussaint begged indifference with a tilt of his head toward the ceiling.
    “Ah yes,” she recalled. “Leo’s lair of sensual delights.”
    “Just so.” Though, not so much a lair as a haven, Gabriel thought, despite the surrounding fluff. He’d not lived in such elegant means for over a decade and now it reminded him of growing up. “You must know it troubles me, the two of you talking about me while I lay dying.”
    “Death was not to be yours,” Toussaint reassured.
    Yet if it had been?
    Gabriel shuddered to think he’d not been on his game that evening. The duel with the sot had put him off when he should have remained alert to potential predators.
    Roxane sat on the bed near his shoulder. What he wouldn’t give to toss this lovely betwixt the sheets and prove to her the distinct difference between a lair and a haven. And yet, she was different, as Toussaint had pointed out. Touched? He felt inclined to tread carefully about her, lest she shatter like the pale glass she resembled.
    “Tilt your head for me, please. Losh , what a mess.” Her fingers touched up and down his neck on the left side. He might have taken pleasure from the warmth of her flesh, but the ache only reminded of the strange circumstances of his attack.
    “Marvelous.”
    Both Roxane and Gabriel looked to the voice of fascination. Leaning over the bed, Toussaint clutched his hands gleefully to his chest.
    Roxane flickered a pale look at Gabriel. “Your servant shows morbid fascination for your rather unfavorable condition.”
    “Disturbingly so. Toussaint?”
    “Hmm? Oh, sorry.” The valet straightened and took a step back, but could not disguise the glitter in his eye.
    Did he not have an appointment with Mesmer, or some place more pressing to be?
    Intent on her medical discovery, a curl escaped from the mass of hair queued down Roxane’s back and swung across her cheek. Gabriel reached for the strand and twirled it about the tip of his finger. Not the unnatural dyed red so fashionable amongst the lie-abeds. This color belonged beneath the oculus with the rest of the muted rainbow.
    She looked at him, mindlessly twirling her hair, and he leapt into