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toward the screaming woman curled up against the alley wall in front of them.
    It was a dark piece. A scary piece. Especially since the woman looked an awful lot like Michelle herself.
    Allegra picked the book up and rolled onto her right side, propping a pillow beneath her arm so she could read. It was a well-loved book, the cover lined with ragged threads. It was so old and worn smooth she could barely make out the title, but inside was everything she could ever want to know about voodoo.
    An idea for a lifestyle article came into her mind, and she pushed it aside. She couldn’t think about her old job now, her old life. She was too distracted by the present.
    She flipped the yellowing pages until she found the right chapter, and read. The researcher in her was fascinated, lost in all the information.
    Voodoo was an unusual mix of Catholicism and tribal ancestor worship. Loas were like saints or angels, intermediaries with the divine. But they all seemed to have their own unique personalities, and some less-than-angelic cravings and desires.
    During rituals, the priests and priestesses of the religion, the houngans and mambos, were “ridden” by a Loa, possessed for a short time, giving body to the spirit and allowing them to revel in the joys of the flesh. Food. Drink. Sex. In return the Loa would heal, advise, and carry prayers with them when they returned to the other world.
    Allegra sat up, wincing at the pain that ran like a current down her leg. How did this connect with Rousseau? She turned another page and saw writing in the margin beside a long list of Loa names and descriptions. “Bone Daddy. First arrived at peristyle, the ritual space, in the eighteen hundreds. Associated with sexual satisfaction, desire. Unknown origin, unknown family. Mischievous and magnetic.”
    Bone Daddy. There it was. That name. But no matter how interesting the topic, she knew she had just as hard a time believing in voodoo spirits as she did in vampires and aliens.
    She’d been all over the planet, learned about so many different kinds of rituals and cultures, even different forms of voodoo in other parts of the world. She respected the beliefs of others, but that didn’t mean she shared them. Allegra believed in what she could see. What she could prove.
    She was back to square one. How did she explain Rousseau’s behavior? Ben had convinced her she would have to be the aggressor. That she would have to tell Rousseau that she wanted him. But he’d turned the tables on her. He’d been the aggressor. More than that. He’d mastered her. Owned her. Surprised her with his overt sexuality.
    Or had he? How much of that dance was real, and how much had been in her mind? She’d be the first to admit she had an overactive imagination, but it wasn’t that good.
    Her nipples scraped against her tank top as she remembered what she’d seen. Last night had revealed an aspect of herself she hadn’t been aware of. She loved to watch.
    Real or not, that peek into the inner fantasies of others had been her fantasy. And he’d given it to her. Or . . . she imagined that he had.
    Her fingers reached up to graze her sensitive breasts, the way his had. It had felt so real. His lips teasing hers, his hand between her thighs. Unfortunately her hallucination, or whatever it was, had ended before she’d had the orgasm she’d been right on the edge of.
    The air in the apartment grew warm and she pulled off her shirt, both hands reaching for her small breasts, desperate to ease the ache.
    She closed her eyes, and an image of Rousseau immediately appeared behind her lids. He was smiling, watching her. She wanted him to watch. Wanted to show him what she needed. She tugged hard on her nipples, biting her lip at the sharp sensation.
    One hand slid inside her shorts, beneath her panties. The pink ones. He’d mentioned loving them on her. Had he seen her through the window? Had he watched her, touching himself?
    She let her fantasy Rousseau nod. Yes.