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ray filtered through a dark, cloudy day was enough to melt them right of existence.
    My knowledge of vampires though, and the lack of a wooden stake—Brazilian rosewood being the most effective, didn’t help me at all when faced with one who stared at me with dark enigmatic eyes and a dimple in one cheek.
    I cursed at the fact that even given my danger, my damned nympho magic perked up at his masculine grin. Somehow, the fact I found him attractive even as I knew he was going to attempt to kill me seemed wrong. I bet he’s got a hard stake, my snide magic murmured in my mind with a lusty chuckle. Some people had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other as the voices of their conscience. Me, I had a whole legion of little devils and, while entertaining, they really made me question my sanity at times.
    “Stand behind me.” His voice low and resonant wrapped around me and brought forth an involuntary shiver, the kind felt in the cleft and tightened nipples.
    “What?” Confused not only by his words, but my body’s reaction, I could only gape at him dazedly. A moment of inattention that almost cost me my life. I barely managed to duck the swinging demonic claws aimed at my head.
    Strong hands grabbed me and, in a move Auric would have probably applauded, I found myself kneeling in the dirt behind the back of the vampire. It seemed I’d gotten my wish for help even if the packaging wasn’t what I’d expected. I struggled to my feet, not that I needed to worry about any demons getting past the battle machine in front of me.
    The vampire moved with a fluid grace and boneless agility that made me want to fan myself. Seriously, he oozed freaking hot. And he was fast, super hero fast. One by one, he dispatched the demons using a pair of onyx daggers in his hands that gleamed as darkly as his eyes. He must have caught me watching because as he took down my attackers in spinning moves I thought existed only in the video game Tekken , a grin spread across his face and his moves became even more flamboyant. I turned away from him in an attempt to curb my way too interested libido in time see a demon dart out from between a pair of ramshackle buildings. I yanked on the last dregs of my energy and looking like a sluggish snail, I’m sure, kicked it in the groin. When the beast doubled over in pain—demons had such sensitive balls—I grabbed its head and dropped to the ground in a wrestler move that, with a little wrench, snapped its neck. Auric liked to joke that I should wrestle for the WWE, but I’d seen too much hair pulling on that soap opera for me to risk my long locks.
    I peered about wildly as I knelt on the ground panting. I didn’t see any more demons attempting to sneak up on me and a good thing too, because I was completely drained both physically and magically. I would remain weak and useless until I got home to recharge—a.k.a. until I enjoyed a naked tussle with my two men. I blamed my hungry nympho power for what happened next.
    The stranger, the stupidly sexy looking dead dude, strode over to me, nonchalantly stepping over the demon carcasses littering the ground. Only my magic or a death inflicted on the mortal plane ever made them evaporate into oily ash. When given a regular death in Hell, they decayed like any other corpse.
    I watched the vampire approach and felt like a stupid deer caught in headlights, totally frozen in place, and foolishly not running even though I still had a slim chance.
    More annoyingly, I didn’t want to run—my magic, that hungry parasite—wanted to see what would happen next. And it wasn’t disappointed.
    The vampire picked me up and held me close, close enough I could feel his erection poking at my tummy—and it appeared his body wasn’t the only big thing. Not that I noticed, of course. I was happily involved with two men after all. Damn, I’m getting better at this whole lying to myself thing. I betcha dad’s wiping a tear in pride.
    The vampire’s arctic