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plaintively. He was
right, and even now she ached with hunger, for him and for red, living blood.
    “Darling Genevieve,” he purred. “You would never want for
anything if you stayed at my side.”
    He loosened her hair, causing it to fall down in waves
around her face, and he wound it twice around his fist. It was better than a
leash and he forced her closer to the bed where the woman slept.
    When they drew closer, she saw that the woman was
raven-haired with an oval face that was unlined and pale. There was an elegance
to her beauty, but her plain clothing told Genevieve that this was no lady. Her
bodice drew her breasts up taut and they were scattered with freckles, dark and
sweet on the woman’s olive skin.
    “Oh, beautiful,” she murmured, and at her words, the woman’s
eyes drifted open. She was startled but unafraid, and when Daniel reached out
with his free hand to stroke her face, Genevieve felt a stab of jealousy.
Daniel’s rich, low laugh told her that he knew her thoughts, and he shook his
head.
    “Sweet Marielle simply wishes to be of service, darling,” he
whispered, “and you did look so very cold and hungry standing in that alley…”
    Marielle gave a little sigh at Daniel’s words and turned her
face away. It was no rejection, for it bared her neck to Genevieve. Genevieve
was briefly maddened with hunger, then Daniel was forcing her forward, toward
the vein at the base of the girl’s throat.
    Genevieve moaned helplessly, then her fangs were buried in
Marielle’s flesh, seeking the hot blood that she could smell even before she
pierced the skin. The girl wailed, resting her hands on Genevieve’s shoulders,
but instead of pushing her away, she drew her closer. Behind her, Daniel’s
breath came faster and his cock stiffened against her.
    Long before she thought she would be satisfied, Daniel tugged
her hair sharply, pulling her away. Genevieve made a sound that was akin to a
protest, but then she saw that Daniel was right to do it. Marielle lolled
against the pillow, paler but with a sweet, dreamy smile on her face. For all
intents and purposes, she looked like a drowsy girl ready for bed. Even the
wounds that Genevieve made had closed themselves, leaving only a yellowing
bruise behind. More and the girl would sleep for a month, but now she only
rested quietly, tired and languorous.
    “Marielle,” Daniel said clearly. “There is a room next door.
Go there and sleep well. In the morning, you will rise well-rested and go home.
Do you understand?”
    “Of course, sir,” she said softly.
    Daniel’s trick with humans, one that Genevieve had never
mastered, was the ability to control people for short times, and Marielle would
do precisely what he said in a sweet fog. Later, she would be sure that it was
all her own idea, and have only hazy memories of the woman who drank so
greedily at her throat.
    They both watched as Marielle drifted out of the room like a
sleepwalker, and Daniel turned Genevieve’s face to his.
    “Greedy darling,” he whispered. “You spilled.”
    He flicked out his tongue to catch the drop of blood on her
lip. His kiss was like coming home, and Genevieve wondered if she could ever
leave him again.
    They had known each other for more than two hundred years.
In the rhythm of chase and be captured, run and be pursued, nothing had ever
broken the deep and fierce love they had for each other, and for a moment, Genevieve
was overwhelmed by the fact that she didn’t want to hunt him again after this
night was over.
    “I want…” Genevieve started, and she yelped when Daniel
pushed her to the bed. He loomed over her like a wolf over its prey and she
felt a delicious trill of fear run up her spine.
    “You’ve kept me waiting too long, love,” he growled. There
was a hint of the beast in his voice and he ran a possessive hand down her
clothed body. She closed her eyes to savor his touch and she felt his hands at
the neck of her low bodice.
    She started to protest but then he