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against his. “I’m afraid too, Blake. I’m afraid of how much I like the way I feel with you.”
    Her confession undid the last dregs of his humanity and released the demon.
    â€œForgive me, love,” he said as he gently eased her head to the side and bit down.
    Pain seared through her neck, but immediately after came intense desire that made her entire body throb for fulfillment.
    Meghan held him close, moaning and riding his thigh as desire gripped her hard, refusing to let go much like he seemed unable to release her. The pulse of her need beat through her body and seemed to echo from his, but little by little that beat grew weaker and erratic. Somehow she realized that the fading rhythm was that of her heart, failing slowly as Blake continued to suck at her neck until only a negligible thrum remained.
    Cold enveloped her body. Weakness. Her extremities became numb and useless.
    As Blake finally pulled away, she caught a glimpse of his face. Long, blood-stained fangs extended well beyond his upper lip. The ice blue of his eyes burned with almost phosphorescent brightness and called to her as her eyesight dimmed.
    â€œSweet Jesus, Meghan. I’m sorry, love. So sorry,” he said, but his words were growing distant, as if she was fading away. Maybe she was.
    A part of her brain understood that she was dying and struggled to hold on. To not let go of what little life remained. That consciousness latched onto the feel of him cradling her. Of the wetness of tears on her face and then the saltiness of something warm against her lips.
    â€œDrink, Meghan,” she heard, and knew that he wasoffering her life. She didn’t know how she knew it, she just did, as if something deep in her subconscious had elemental knowledge of what he offered.
    All she knew at that moment was that she didn’t want to die.
    She was only twenty-one and she wasn’t ready to die.
    She opened her mouth and placed it against the flesh he offered. She drank of the warmth of his life’s blood. With each pull of her mouth and each sip, strength grew in her body. She felt strength infusing each cell until she was able to force herself away from him.
    With a brutal shove she drove him from her. As he rose from the floor beside the bed where he had fallen, he gazed down at her with eyes filled with tears, but they created no emotion in her other than hatred. Within her, fury rose with the realization that he had irrevocably changed her life.
    She sat up and grabbed at her clothes, and when he would have reached for her, she slapped away his hands.
    â€œDon’t touch me. Don’t ever touch me again.”
    â€œEver is a long time now, luv,” he said sadly.
    â€œIt is forever now, isn’t it? You made me something other than human.”
    At his nod, she said, “I’ll hate you forever.”
    He morphed back to his human form then and despite her statement, emotion rose up in her at the sadness in his eyes and at the words he uttered next.
    â€œNo need to waste your emotion, Meghan. I’ll hate myself on your behalf.”

Chapter 4
    The Blood Bank, present day
    E ven before the knock on the door, Foley knew trouble had landed on his doorstep.
    Not that he was unused to trouble. Running the Blood Bank included dealing with an underworld of both humans and vampires who thought trouble was just another word for fun. A night didn’t go by when there wasn’t violence of some kind in the club, not that he minded. A good fight with spilt blood always satisfied the darker aspects of his persona.
    Amazingly, it was usually the vampires who were the easier ones to control during any kind of disagreement. They knew the rules and that the penalties for breakingthem would be swiftly enforced. Justice delayed was justice denied, he thought, as with a last suck he reluctantly pulled himself away from that night’s plaything.
    She fell away limply, her eyes unfocused from the blood loss.