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buttons, sending a few flying under the strain.
    Roman bent over and splashed water onto his face, trying to shock his system into calm. Every breath was predatory, and his fangs ached to bury into her flesh, her blood.
    Dark lust pounded through him as he stood there clenching the edge of the sink. He stared at his reflection, willing the demon to retreat and his eyes to calm. The feral light burning in their depths mocked him. He wasn’t human no matter how much he wanted to pretend.
    Pain pinched his side as he yanked the shirt off. It was a welcome distraction over the thoughts consuming him. He lifted his arm and turned toward the mirror. The puncture wound Simon had inflicted was angry red and slow to close. Roman needed to have his team pick up the silver spike as soon as possible.
    His ears picked up a muffled gasp soft enough that a normal human wouldn’t have heard it over the sound of running water. He clenched his jaw and dipped his hands under the spray again, willing her to get away from him.
    Lydia’s scent drifted into the room, forcing him to cup a handful of cold water and bury his face in it. The icy bite of it helped to rein in the beast. One wrong move on her part, and he’d be on her.
    His cock still strained against his zipper, and there would be no way to hide it from her if he straightened now. Her heart raced powerfully enough he could taste the change in the air. His demon rode too close to the surface, and he was quickly losing the battle.
    Roman turned off the faucet and reached for a towel to dry his face when he felt her retreat. She’d left and quietly closed the door behind her. So innocent . She had no idea a predator stood in her bathroom.
    A tentative knock came a moment later. “Roman?” Her voice was husky and low.
    “Just a minute.” He took several deep breaths, willing himself to calm. It was going to be a long night.
    Roman opened the door, and she fell into his arms. “Whoa.”
    Dainty fingers spread across his bare chest. Whatever quip he’d wanted to say abruptly died on his lips. Her pupils dilated and her body heat rose. It was an aphrodisiac to his starved senses.
    He gripped her arms to steady them both, but nothing could stop his reaction to her. Lydia’s lovely pink mouth opened, and Roman could only watch in fascination as her tongue wet her bottom lip.
    Her eyes widened, and she suddenly jerked her hands back. It took every ounce of willpower he possessed to let her go.
    “Sorry.” Her cheeks were bright red with shy embarrassment. It was endearing yet torturous to his aching cock.
    “I was going to tell you that the room was ready.” Lydia turned on her heel and almost ran into the door in her haste to leave. She ducked the near collision, escaping to the hallway.
    Roman put his hands on his hips and stared up the ceiling. What the hell am I doing? Everything about the woman made him want her, and it was going to be the death of him. He swept his tongue over a fang.
    Grabbing his clothes from the counter, he joined her in the hall.
    “There are still boxes in there, but I got them mostly out of the way. We’d been using it for storage.” She nodded toward an open door a few feet up on the left.
    “I appreciate it. I’m a bit of a night person, so I probably won’t sleep much.” He drifted to the bedroom and laid his clothes on top of a box. A chocolate-brown comforter rested neatly on the foot of the bed. It would be so easy to coax her into crawling under it with him.
    Roman knew she was attracted to him. He’d known too many women over the centuries not to see the signs. He could even use a little mental persuasion to get what he wanted, if he were so inclined. The curse was the only thing that stopped him. And something else…but he’d explore that later.
    Lydia came into the room and held out a folded towel she’d gotten from the hall closet. “There’s a washcloth inside. Soap, shampoo, and conditioner are in the bathroom.” She flicked a