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Fred?” Fred, if that was his real name - and who calls their kids Fred now days? - just grunted, not exactly reassuring the gentle as a lamb persona at all.
    “They'll follow,” I said not moving from my spot. “I don't normally walk out of here with humans.”
    “Then glaze one to keep the others occupied.”
    My breath left me in a rush. Yes, I could glaze vampires, but there was no way anyone should know about it. Especially a friggin' human. What the fuck?
    He just laughed at the expression on my face and leaned in to whisper in my ear. I could smell his expensive cologne, not unappealing under normal circumstances. But this was not normal.
    “We know all about you, Lucinda, so come on, let's boogie. I'm really starting to lose my patience.”
    At that Amisi let out a little whimper and I shot her another glance. The guy had his arm about her chair back, gripping her shoulder. At a quick look it would have just seemed like he was leaning in to say something quiet in her ear, but his other hand, hidden from anyone else but me, was clearly pushing home whatever was under her shirt. And I was picking it was sharp.
    A tear spilled out from her eye and trailed down her cheek. And didn't that just do it for me. It may have been clear, but all I could see was red. Blood red. Images of Nero dying, to save me, flooded through my already numb mind, making logical thought an impossibility.
    She shook her head at me as I abruptly stood up. “Don't do it, Luce. Don't go with him.”
    Doug sensed something was up at that stage. I'm not surprised, even with a bar packed to the brim, he kept an eye on me. As he was the vampire to approach first, he got the glaze. A simple command - I almost didn't realise I had done it, through the fog enveloping my mind - that all was OK and he was to make sure none of Michel's vampires followed me. He nodded, like any good glazed vampire does and proceeded to round up the vamps in the room, allowing cheesy-one-liner to walk me out the front doors unhindered.
    A quick robot-like glaze to the vampire bouncing on the front steps and we were free.
    Or at least, he was. I was betting it was going to be a long time before I could get free. How could I? Amisi was being held hostage in the bar, what else could I do but walk willingly with one-liner away from the safety of Sensations .
    I didn't even send a thought out to Michel.
    Almost in a mechanical stupor, I just simply walked away.
    We walked a fair distance from the bar without saying a word. I was using every Nosferatin skill I had to lower my heart rate and slow my breathing, trying my best to ascertain if there were any other threats nearby. It was all but useless, I couldn't really think straight.
    There weren't any other supernatural threats in the vicinity, at least I didn't think so. So I concentrated on the man next to me. What the hell did he want with me? I flicked a glance his way and took in his relaxed demeanour, thick blonde, spiky short hair, sky-blue-pink round eyes, with thick blonde lashes which swept down his cheeks when he blinked. He had a strong jaw line and square facial features, with a wide neck and broad shoulders. I was sure he could hold his own against any human that came his way, but a Nosferatin? I doubted he'd have much of chance against me normally despite his powerful human presence, but I wasn't firing on all cylinders right now. He hadn't even disarmed me, I still had two silver stakes, a silver knife and a Svante sword sheathed down my back.
    Still, do I try? Amisi was no doubt back at the bar under constant knife threat even as we walked along the street lamp lit pavement, further and further away from Sensations . And of course, this guy knew that, that's why he hadn't even bothered to disarm me yet. He knew I wouldn't risk Amisi. Not when she had a knife already piercing her skin, even she couldn't magic her way out of that one. A knife at close quarters like that was impossibly stiff odds and the brunette,