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panic.
    That did it. He froze, fangs still at my neck, then cursed and jerked away, swatting at his rear. No wonder. Fang had jumped up and clamped his jaws on Bruce’s butt.
    “You can let go,” I told Fang. “I got him.”
    YEAH, I KNOW. BUT HE PISSED ME OFF.
    Fang gave one more shake then let go. The big bloodsucker stood there, awaiting my next order, my blood dripping from his fangs, and his blood dripping from his butt.
    Anger surged through me, and I snatched a stake from my back waistband. Damn it, he’d almost killed me. I wanted to shove the pointy end through his heart but stopped myself. First, I’d drain every bit of energy I could out of him. I put my other hand on his chest and concentrated. Sinking Lola’s energy tendrils into his chakras, I let lust for my succubus fill him then tried to pull his energy into me.
    It was like sucking molasses through a straw. Lola couldn’t draw it hard enough, so I used the amulet to augment her puny strength. Oh, yeah, that was the ticket. The flow eased right up, and all that luscious energy surged into the empty wasteland my chakras had become. It was weirdly unsatisfying but more of a rush than usual. This could get addictive.
    VAL, WATCH OUT, Fang yelled.
    Another vamp was suddenly on me, yanking me away from Bruce.
    “Leave him alone,” she yelled.
    She? Oh, crap. Lola wouldn’t work on a woman. What weapons could I use on her?
    Oh, yeah. Him.
    “Stop her,” I told Bruce.
    He tried, and if I hadn’t half drained him, he’d have had no problem. Instead, they were pretty evenly matched.
    DON’T JUST STAND THERE, Fang said. STAKE THEM!
    Yeah, I would, but they were moving too fast. If they’d just oblige by standing still for a moment . . .
    Instead, their fight shoved them into me and knocked me off my feet. Crap. I hated being so helpless, without the strength I’d leaned on for so long.
    Suddenly, a blur whizzed by me, yanking the stake out of my hand. Another vamp had joined the fray, staking first Bruce then the woman. I scrambled to my feet. What the heck . . .?
    I reached out to control him before he could turn on me, too.
    I’d barely sunk my energy tentacles into him when he turned and winked at me from under his Stetson. “You don’t need to do that, darlin’.”
    Austin. I should have known. I felt a pull from the amulet, urging me to yank the annoying cowboy under my control, but I ignored it. Instead, I said, “Oh, yeah? Dare me.” I yanked another stake out of my waistband and held it high in my fist.
    He dropped his bloody stake by the vamps’ bodies. As it clattered on the pavement, he sauntered toward me, hooking his thumbs in the loops of his jeans. He raised an eyebrow and grinned at me, daring me in return to take him on.
    WHAT’S THE MATTER, VAL? HE JUST HELPED YOU.
    That was the problem. I didn’t want to be indebted to the sexy vampire, especially since he always seemed to be amused at my expense. When he was a couple of feet away, I said, “Stop right there. Have you been following me?”
    He slowed. “Seems that way,” he drawled.
    “Why?”
    He moved closer, not at all afraid of me or my weapon. “Because you need me.”