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left a red smudge along his chiseled jaw.
    There had been so much blood. So many lifeless faces, coated with blood. And poor Karen. The blood had pooled in her mouth, choking her last words.
    “Oh God.” Shanna’s knees wobbled. Her vision blurred. Not now. Not when she needed to run.
    The psycho customer grabbed her. “Are you all right?”
    She looked at his hand, firmly gripping her upper arm. A red smear stained her white lab coat. Blood. Her eyes flickered shut as she sagged against him. Her purse tumbled to the floor.
    He lifted her in his arms.
    “No.” She was fainting away. She couldn’t let this happen. With one last feeble attempt, she opened her eyes.
    His face was close. The world was fading away, and still he studied her, his eyes slowly starting to glow.
    His eyes were red. Red like blood.
    Dead, she would soon be dead. Like Karen. “Save yourself. Please,” she whispered. Then all went black.
    Unbelievable. If Roman didn’t know better, he’d swear she wasn’t mortal. In more than five hundred years, he had never met a mortal who could resist his mind control. He’d never met a mortal who wanted to save him instead of kill him. God’s blood, she even believed he was innocent. And incredibly handsome—those had been her words.
    But she was mortal. Her body felt warm and soft in his arms. He dipped his head lower and inhaled deeply through his nose. The rich aroma of fresh, human blood filled his senses. Type A Positive. His favorite. His grip tightened. His groin swelled. She was so vulnerable in his arms, her head dropped back to expose her virginal white neck. And damn if the rest of her didn’t look just as tasty.
    As much as he craved her body, her mind intrigued him even more. How the hell had she managed to block his mind control? Every time he’d attempted it, she’d slapped it back in his face. The struggle of minds hadn’t angered him, though. Quite the contrary. He had still managed to read a few of her thoughts. Apparently she was frightened by the sight of blood. And her last thought before fainting had been about death.
    But she was very much alive. She shimmered with heat and vitality, pulsed with vibrant life, and even unconscious, she was giving him one hell of an erection. God’s blood. What was he going to do with her?
    His extra-sensitive hearing caught the sound of male voices on the front sidewalk.
    “Shanna! Don’t make this hard on yourself. Let us in.”
    Shanna? He noted her fair skin, pink mouth, and light sprinkling of freckles across her pert nose. The name suited her. Her soft, brown hair looked dyed. Interesting. Why would a lovely young woman hide her true hair color? One thing was certain. VANNA was a poor substitute for the real thing.
    “That’s it, bitch! We’re coming in.” Something crashed through the front of the clinic, splintering glass. The mini-blinds rattled.
    God’s blood. These men truly meant to hurt her. What could she have done? He seriously doubted she was some kind of criminal. She’d been too inept with her revolver. And too trusting of him. In fact, she seemed more worried about his safety than her own. Her last words had begged him to save himself. Not her.
    The sanest course of action would be to drop her and run. After all, there were other dentists out there, and he rarely involved himself in the mortal world.
    He looked down at her face. Save yourself. Please.
    He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t leave her to die. She was… different. Something in his gut, an instinct that had rested dormant for centuries, flared within him, and he knew. He was cradling a rare treasure in his arms.
    More glass shattered in the front office. God’s blood. He’d have to move fast. Luckily for him, that wasn’t a problem. He hefted her over one shoulder and grabbed her strange handbag with pictures of Marilyn Monroe printed on each side. He cracked open the back door and peered outside.
    The buildings across the street were jammed together with