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up. This human female had a hard face to match her hard body. Clothes were black leather. Eyes were glassy. Hair was short.
    Fucking perfect.
    Z put his hand into the pool of light on the table, lifted two fingers, then rapped twice on the marble with his knuckles. As Butch and V started shifting in the seat, their tension annoyed him.
    The female smiled. "Well, all right."
    Zsadist leaned forward and uncoiled to his full height, his face becoming illuminated by the spotlight. The whore's expression froze solid as she took a step back.
    At that moment Phury came out of a door to the left, his spectacular mane of hair reflecting the shifting lights. Right behind him was a hard-ass male vampire with a mohawk: the Reverend.
    As the two came up to the table, the owner of the club smiled tightly. Eyes the color of amethysts missed nothing about the prostitute's hesitation. "Evening, gentlemen. You going somewhere, Lisa?"
    Lisa's bravado came back with a vengeance. "Wherever he wants, boss."
    "Right answer."
    Enough with the yakkies , Z thought. "Outside. Now."
    He pushed open the fire door and followed her into the alley behind the club. The December wind blew through the loose jacket he'd put on to cover his weapons, but he didn't care about the cold, and neither did Lisa. Even though the icy gusts teased her cropped hair and she was close to naked, she faced him without shivering, chin up.
    Now that she'd committed herself, she was ready for him. A real professional.
    "We do it here," he said, stepping into the shadows. He took two one-hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and held them out. Her fingers crushed them before she disappeared the cash into her leather skirt.
    "How do you want it?" she asked, sidling up to him, reaching for his shoulders.
    He spun her around to the brick wall, face-first. "I do the touching. Not you."
    Her body tensed and her fear tingled in his nose, a sulfurous sting. But her voice was strong. "Watch it, asshole. I come back with bruises and he'll hunt you down like an animal."
    "Don't worry. You're going to walk away from this just fine."
    But she was still scared. And he was blessedly numb to the emotion.
    Usually fright in a female was the only thing that could turn him on, the only way the it in his pants would get hard. Lately, though, the trigger wasn't working, which was just fine with him. He despised the response of that thing behind his zipper, and because most females were scared shitless of him, the it got aroused a hell of a lot more often than he wanted. Not at all would have been better. Shit, he was probably the only male on the planet who wanted to be impotent.
    "Tilt your head to the side," he said. "Ear to your shoulder."
    Slowly she complied, exposing her neck to him. This was why he'd chosen her. Short hair meant he wouldn't have to touch anything to clear his way. He hated having to put his hands on them anywhere.
    As he stared at her throat, his thirst rose and his fangs elongated. God, he was dry enough to drain her.
    "What are you going to do?" she snapped. "Bite me?"
    "Yeah."
    He struck quickly and held her in place as she thrashed. To make it easier on her, he calmed her with his mind, relaxing her, giving her a kind of high she was no doubt very familiar with. While she settled down, he swallowed as much as he could without gagging, tasting the coke and alcohol in her blood as well as the antibiotics she was on.
    When he was finished, he licked the puncture marks so the healing process would get its groove on and she wouldn't bleed out. Then he popped her collar to hide the bite, cleaned himself from her memory, and sent her back into the club.
    Alone again, he sagged against the bricks. Human blood was so weak, it barely got him what he needed, but he wasn't about to drink from females of his own species. Not again. Ever.
    He looked up at the sky. The clouds that had brought the flurries earlier were gone, and between the buildings he could see a slice of the clear