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picked up her wine glass.
    Sylvie smirked and returned to her vegetable plate. “I thought so.”
    Jazz just knew she was going to enjoy showing the so-called psychic what real magick was about.
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
    Nick cradled his brandy snifter between his palms as he watched the room. Especially his witch. He sat sprawled in a plush chair with his legs stretched out in front of him as he kept a safe distance from the fire burning merrily in the fireplace.
    After their adjournment to the parlor, Derwood wasted no time herding Jazz toward a more private seating arrangement and bombarding her with questions. Since she didn’t look irked, Nick assumed she was enjoying herself. Although she looked a bit surprised when Mrs. Babbington joined them after she poured tea for those who wanted some.
    “You look lonely.”
    Nick ignored his usual good manners and continued to gently swirl his brandy in the glass. Sylvie’s approach hadn’t caught him off guard. He knew when the psychic approached him. Or rather when her perfume approached him. He just preferred to ignore her.
    “Not at all.” He didn’t take his eyes off Jazz, who smiled at her pompous companion. Not that he felt the least bit jealous. He knew whose bed she’d be warming that night.
    Sylvie took the chair next to his. “I never met a vampire before,” she said in a low voice verging on sultry. 
    “That can be a good thing.”
    She trailed her fingers down his arm until they reached the back of his hand.
    Nick slowly turned his head and stared at her, allowing his gaze to redden with undead flare.
    “Didn’t your mother warn you not to toy with something you can’t handle?” His voice ripped through her. “It’s a good way to end up with your throat torn out.”
    Sylvie reared back almost falling off her chair. Just as quickly she regained her composure. Her cobalt eyes narrowed. “Not unless someone carries enough silver.” She pressed her hand to the back of his, smiling as the brief smell of scorched flesh rose in the air. She stood up and walked away.
    Nick swore fiercely under his breath as he stared at the disc-shaped mark on his hand. And swore again when Jazz’s head swiveled in his direction. He shook his head when he saw her raise a hand toward Sylvie.
    Later, he mouthed.
     
    “Why didn’t you let me put that bitch down?” Jazz demanded as they walked down the hallway to their room. She’d grabbed his hand the moment they left the parlor and spread a bit of soothing magick across the burn. “In fact, why didn’t you just throw her against a wall?”
    Silver was dangerous to vampires, but Nick was of an age that he could handle the metal a bit easier. And in time the mark would fully heal. Until then, he had an unwelcome souvenir from the psychic.
    “She was looking for a reaction to her petty tantrum,” he told her. “Besides, we’ll have the whole weekend. I’m sure you can come up with something suitable for her. And if not, Blair can give you some ideas.” He mentioned Jazz’s witchy friend well known for her revenge spells.
    “Oh, I’ll come up with something suitable all right,” she snarled, running her fingers along the mural painted on the hallway wall. “Did you notice anything strange during dinner?”
    “Nothing other than faint shifts in the air. It didn’t feel like any kind of magick I’ve sensed before. Why?” He unlocked their door and followed her inside. Needing more sustenance, Nick headed for the table holding liquor bottles.
    “Just that the food wasn’t as appetizing as it looked.”
    “So that’s why you skipped dessert.” He carried his brandy to a nearby chair.
    “Rugs are bad!” Fluff and Puff complained. “Allergies.” They coughed loudly, tiny spirals of smoke escaping their razor-sharp toothed mouths as they lay sprawled in the middle of the parlor. “Need something to drink. Something to eat,” they whined in unison, rolling onto their backs with ears twitching