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She looked back up at him, anger
coiling. “What did you do to me?”
    Fredrick shook his head. “Nothing,
Ms. Shanahan. I would like to know how you managed to heal so quickly, but it
appears you didn’t know you could do that.”
    “Of course I didn’t know I could
do that!” Bridget dropped the bed sheet to her waist. “No one can do that
except in science fiction novels.”
    His gaze locked onto her chest,
and a predatory expression flooded his features. An odd combination of
exhilaration and lust zinged through her, which only pissed her off more. She
growled and jerked the sheets back up.
    “Nice.”
    He coughed and had the grace to
look chagrined. “Forgive me, but I’ve found it very difficult to turn down an
opportunity to view such beauty.”
    “Focus, Mr. MacGregor. You
brought me here, and I wake up to find myself naked with a stranger asking me
how I can heal like…like—”
    “Like
the Elder Races.”
    Bridget
blinked. “Elder Races?” Why does that
sound familiar?
    “Yes,
like vampires and werewolves.”
    Okay, this guy has completely lost his mind.
    His lips
tightened, and he shook his head with a sigh before he rose and strode across
the room to a small bureau. She watched his ass the whole way, trying not to
appreciate how well his jeans fit. His legs weren’t bad, either.
    She missed
what he’d picked up, but she caught sight of her pocketknife when he flipped
open the longest blade and held it against his palm. Before she could say
anything, he dragged the blade across the flesh of his hand.
    “What
are you—?”
    He
hissed in pain, but very little blood flowed from his palm; and the wound
zipped itself together like a Ziploc bag. Bridget stared hard at his hand,
wondering when she’d entered the Twilight
Zone . The old 50s show would have explained everything, but when he snapped
the pocketknife closed, her feelings of unease settled happily into her guts
along with reality. Who was this guy? Why did she feel this overwhelming
attraction for him? And why the hell didn’t he bleed when cut? No one’s skin
zipped itself together. If that was the case, there’d be thousands of doctors
out of work.
    “Who are you?” She shrank from
him.
    “I told you that before,” he said
as he causally put the pocketknife away. “My name is Fredrick MacGregor.”
    “Okay, then, Mr. Obtuse, maybe a
better question should be, what are you?! ”
    “You’re right. That is a better question.” Fredrick offered
her a mischievous smile, but showed no teeth. “I’m a vampire. That’s obvious
enough. However, I would like to know what you are.”
    “What I am is pissed off and
wondering where in God’s name are my clothes!”
    His face scrunched up, and he dug
a finger into one ear at her shrill exclamation, but otherwise appeared unmoved.
That just pissed her off more, and she welcomed it. Being mad was preferable to
being scared, and right now, she was plenty scared with his admission of being
a vampire.
    Why should I believe him? He’s delusional!
    If her
clothes were gone, she’d just scrounge something at hand. Scanning the room
beyond his immobile visage, she didn’t see anything resembling her clothes, but
she’d just use the sheet until something better presented itself.
    Bridget gathered her strength to
move, but checked herself when someone else came into the room. The woman was
tall and had black hair, but her eyes glittered in the most unusual color of
gold in the overhead light. Her movements had the liquid grace of a predator,
but when she saw Bridget looking, she smiled gently as she carried a tray laden
with a soup bowl, mug, and bread. Bridget’s stomach growled with appreciation,
but she didn’t want to eat here. She needed to get home.
    “Oh, good, you’re awake,” the
black haired woman said with satisfaction. “I hope you have rested well. Fredrick
has been a gentleman, right?” She seemed amused as if at some inner joke. “I
brought you something to eat because