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brachial, and femoral arteries.
    Richart looked at her as the vamp fell over onto his side. “What the hell was that? ”
    She shook her head. Some dumb ass must have turned a martial arts expert, she told him telepathically. Speaking hurt her cracked jaw too much.
    â€œBrilliant,” her brother complained.
    Too bad he wasn’t a gifted one, she told him with a shake of her head . With those skills, he would’ve made an excellent immortal.
    Richart’s look turned uneasy. “You don’t think . . . He wasn’t immortal, was he?”
    Nausea took her. Bastien had been immortal, but had lived as a vampire for two centuries. Hastily sheathing her weapons, she removed her cell phone from a back pocket and knelt to snap several pictures of the vamp’s face before he could deteriorate beyond recognition.
    When she rose, Richart was dialing his own.
    â€œYes?” the Immortal Guardians’ leader said over the line.
    â€œSeth,” Richart said. “We need you. Now. It’s important.”
    Seth appeared beside them.
    Before he could speak a word, Richart pointed to the fifth vamp. “Do you know him?”
    Seth frowned down at the vamp. “No.”
    â€œAre you sure?” Lisette pressed without moving her jaw.
    He cut her a glance, then knelt beside the vamp and rolled him onto his back. A few seconds passed. “I’m sure.”
    Both she and her brother sighed with relief.
    Seth rose. “What’s going on?”
    She fell silent as Richart told him.
    His scowl deepening, Seth crossed to Lisette and gently cupped her face in his large hands. A comforting heat suffused her where they touched. The pain in her jaw disappeared as bone healed and swelling receded.
    Smiling, she clasped his wrists and gave them a squeeze. “Thank you.”
    He nodded and dropped his hands. Turning around, he stared down at the vampire. “It happens every once in a while.”
    Richart raised his eyebrows. “Vamps turning someone who can actually challenge us in a fight?”
    He nodded. “Ask Roland about the time a vampire turned a master swordsman in the fourteenth century. Roland was so caught off guard he nearly lost an arm.”
    Lisette smiled. “I would think turning a human who was better skilled in fighting would backfire on a vampire.”
    Seth laughed. “It did. The swordsman killed his maker as soon as he completed the transformation. I’m sure this one did, too.”
    Lisette eyed the pile of clothes, all that remained of their fierce opponent. “I think he intended to pull a Dennis and raise an army. He seemed to despise his companions and intended to kill them when they no longer proved useful to him.”
    Seth eyed her speculatively. “You gleaned that from his thoughts?”
    She nodded.
    He motioned to her phone. “Did you take pictures of him?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œSend them to Chris. Let’s see if his techno geeks can identify him.”

Chapter Two
    Large warm hands slipped beneath the hem of Lisette’s sleep shirt. Tracing a path over her hips and up to skim the sides of her breasts, they eased the shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She hummed in pleasure as those hands returned to her breasts, stroking and teasing. Then lips tasted her, drawing a hardened nipple into a hot mouth to be tormented by her lover’s tongue.
    She had hoped she would dream about Zach again, but hadn’t expected this .
    A muscled thigh slipped between hers and pressed against the heart of her, sparking heat and need. Smiling, eyes still closed, Lisette buried her hands in Zach’s hair, combed her fingers through his . . . short locks?
    Her eyes flew open. Stiffening, she glanced down at the chiseled body atop hers, the hand at her breast. . . .
    That wasn’t Zach’s body.
    And those weren’t her breasts.
    Groaning, she realized she’d been drawn into Tracy’s dream about her