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pumped into me.”
    He reached down and picked up the sword that lay on a
coffee table and slid it carefully back into a beautifully decorated scabbard. 
Then he walked over to the panel by the elevator and entered a code on the
keypad before locking another door and pocketing the key. Finally he stood in
front of her with a slight smile on his face and put out a hand;
    “The exits are locked. I’ll have that set of picks
please.”
    Cassia felt her heart thud and her cheeks flush; those
golden brown eyes really were beautiful. He was beautiful. She cleared her
throat. He probably did this to women all the time; had them falling over
themselves in confusion with one look and that smile touching his sensitive
mouth. Well, it wouldn’t work on her, she raised her chin defiantly;
    “They are mine. I’m not going anywhere. We’re tired
and we can’t shift and it’s nearly dawn. Where would I go?”
    Javier’s smile disappeared and the light charming mask
was replaced by something much colder and harder;
    “Nevertheless Miss Mathrafal, hand them over or I’ll
take them. Those idiots may have had qualms about searching your person but I
do not. Clever though, keeping them in your bra; it would not occur to most men
to look there.”
    Cassia scowled as she fished out the set of picks and
dropped them into his waiting palm;
    “You are not a gentleman Javier of Seville.”
    This time the smile he gave her was dazzling and her
heart skipped several beats;
    “No, I never said I was. Now, look after your sister.
I’ll be back when I’ve spoken to my people.”  With that he went into one of the
other rooms and shut the door behind him. Cassia stood for a minute, fingering
the metal collar round her neck. Whoever he was, she was going to find out soon
enough. She went over and hugged Flavia.
    “Come and talk to me sweetheart, there’s a big counter
with stools. You can perch on there and keep me company.”
    She led her sister to the kitchen helping her to
navigate the unfamiliar room. As Flavia settled on one of the high metal stools
Cassia put the kettle on, opened the fridge and rummaged around. She cast a
quick look at her younger sister and felt guilt flood through her. This was all
her fault. It was her lifestyle that had led Flavia into danger; that had
caused her to be imprisoned in that house for almost three weeks. Panic
suddenly overtook her and she put down the cheese she had found and took
Flavia’s hands in hers;
    “Flavia, did they hurt you? There’s nothing you can’t
tell me you know.”
    The words of the Empath Javier had killed were
haunting her. Had Flavia already suffered at the hands of those men? She was a
Vampire, she was physically immensely strong but there had been at least three
of them in that house and Empaths were capable of manipulating minds and
emotions in ways that far outstripped anything her kind could do. It was what
had made them feared for millennia.
    Flavia shook her head;
    “Cassia, whatever they were planning to do, they
didn’t touch me. I suppose they knew they had to keep me safe till you did what
they wanted. Who is Javier? Why do they want him?”
    That was the million dollar question. Cassia squeezed
her sister’s hands and went back to preparing their food.
    “I don’t know but I think we’re about to find out.
Now, I’ve found fresh bread from Poilane, fabulous cheese, olives and some
really good red wine, shall we have that?”
    As she uncorked the wine and poured it out she kept up
the cheerful, light hearted chatter as her eyes swivelled repeatedly to the
door Javier had shut behind him. She had spent almost a century and a half
doing what she did, never getting caught. Somehow she knew that her luck had
finally run out.
    Fifteen minutes later Javier emerged. He had obviously
freshened up with a quick shower; his hair was damp and he had changed into
jeans and a plain T-shirt that showed off strong arms and golden skin. He
carried a laptop under his arm.