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and snatched her purse. “Get a life.” She barged past the egotistical warlock.
    “No, you get a life,” he repeated in a childish manner.
    Turning, she made sure to force her frown into a grin. “I do have a life…with him.” She pointed to Tristan who waited against the wall, hands in his pockets.
    A pink hue smeared over Percy’s cheeks, almost making her laugh. Intimidated by men bigger than him, Tristan’s broad shoulders and solid chest proved he was much stronger. She might as well thank Percy. Seeing him confirmed he was her past, and just like a fork in a road, she had to make a choice; live in regret, or take a chance and turn toward the future. Without a backward glance, she sauntered to Tristan. The focus of his gaze passed her shoulder, perhaps settling on Percy.
    “Who was that?” he asked once she stopped in front of him.
    “Yes,” she rushed out.
    “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, I want to go somewhere with you.” Anywhere with you.

Chapter 3
    As if his former question no longer mattered, he took her hand. “You’re sure, ma chérie ?”
    Sure? This could be foolishness or bravery. Hell, it might be both. She affirmed his question with a single nod. He squeezed her fingers, a soft smile stretching his lips. Tristan surveyed their surroundings, gaze paused at an arched entrance leading to a high staircase.
    “I know just the place.” He guided her through the dim hallway and up a set of marble stairs.
    Brianna glanced over her shoulder, each step distancing her from the commotion of the ballroom. The thump of his shoes climbing the steps two at a time replaced the echo of music and chatter. She took in the wide expanse of his shoulders as she struggled to keep up with his pace.
    Alone with a vampire, yet no alarm bells rang off in her head. What if he attempted to drink from her? The attraction overpowering her was one thing, but being dim-witted was another. The thought of his bite, however, did not frighten her.
    What’s wrong with me? Maybe I’ve had too much to drink. They strode down a large corridor. Glossy timber walls held a display of opulent portraits in gilded silver frames; beautiful white sandy beaches, the Eiffel tower and others of the French countryside. He spun into another hallway, dimmed with soft dome lights along the ceiling. Extending his free hand when they approached the end, he took hold of the doorknob on his left. The thick wood swung open.
    Darkness obscured her sight once he guided her inside. Where were they? Despite her lack of vision, excitement coursed through her veins, igniting her skin, and melting her senses. Tristan stepped behind her... A click echoed, and a nanosecond later light filled the room.
    They stood inside an expansive office with a handcrafted wooden desk, a large padded leather chair and desktop computer. Mahogany carpet covered the floor, matching the full-length curtains. A jug of water, an electric kettle, a set of glasses, and sugar sachets sat on a tall, square table in the corner. A bookshelf stood behind her and another against the wall beside the desk. They were the only ones in the room. Thank goodness.
    He whirled her around and took a single step forward. On impulse she treaded back. “How did you know nobody would be in here?” Space wasn’t what he wanted. Again he stalked forward, and she back, until he had her up against the solid bookshelf. Her purse slipped and landed on the floor with a thud.
    “The man who owns this building is a good friend of mine.” The fire in his eyes scorched hers.
    Being alone with him did not bother her, but she should insist they talk for a while, get to know one another. Inhale, exhale, inhale… She was kidding herself and she knew it. He laid both palms on either side of her head and stared down with those bright green eyes. Breath puffed past her lips in shallow, rapid gasps.
    “Why do I feel so strange around you?”
    She swallowed. “What do you mean?”
    “I came here tonight wary of