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just as the
arms around her disappeared in a cloud of dust. She fainted as a
pair of strong, pale arms caught her.
    ***
    Julian brought Catherine into the infirmary,
Alana jogging behind.
    “By god, what happened?”
    “That French whore we took in a month ago got
hungry. I don’t think she took too much, but the girl passed out
anyway.” He laid her on a bed. “Buggerin’ hell… Lorcan is going to
be fit to be tied when he sees fang marks on her neck that aren’t
his! This is why I don’t. Take. Humans!”
    “So have them magicked away. It’s not that
hard. It’s not like she was claimed, so he’ll never know,” she
reasoned. Her partner could be so volatile.
    “I’ll deal with it later. Get someone to
bring some juice and bread while I try to wake her up.”
    Alana teleported away.
    Julian pressed a gauze pad against the bite
marks on the girl’s neck. His mouth was watering at the scent of
fresh blood in the air. It’d been a long time since he’d fed from a
live source, rarely leaving the mansion to hunt. They didn’t need
that kind of attention.
    Catherine’s eyes fluttered open. “What…?”
    “Stay still. You’ve lost a bit of blood.”
    “She bit me…”
    “She’s dead. Catherine…how long does
your…?”
    Her brow scrunched in confusion. “Huh?”
    “How long does your cycle last?”
    “Three or four days,” she murmured absently,
her eyes closed. She felt like she was between sleep and
waking.
    “You’re going to be kept away from the
others, then, for your safety.”
    “Okay… Julian?”
    It was the first time she’d addressed him by
his name. “Yeah?”
    “Thank you.”
    Alana came bustling back in with her arms
loaded with sugary foods. Julian rolled his eyes at her and left
the half-demon to get the girl back on her feet. He needed to go
have a talk with the other demons.
     

Chapter 5
     
    Week 3…
    By week three, Catherine had mastered the
waltz, the Viennese version was passable, and she could carry out a
decent tango. Alana taught her the tango.
    The day of the incident, Julian ordered her
to bed with her books, and wouldn’t let her get back to fight
training without having the wound healed by a bit of magic.
    “How does it look?” she asked, once the witch
was done.
    He tilted her head to the side to put her
neck in the light, running his fingertips over the formerly
blemished skin.
    “Good as new.”
    She shivered, in a not-entirely-unpleasant
way.
    To Julian’s credit, he didn’t seem the least
bit tempted to make her a meal by her…female issue. But, she was
worth money to him, an asset waiting for a client. He had to
deliver her in perfect condition.
    So far, she could also walk gracefully in
various heights of heels, even on stairs, identify a hundred
different types of demons by picture, carry out perfect table
manners, write the perfect thank you note, and run five miles with
only being slightly winded.
    Mrs. Crumb deemed her previous knowledge in
history and literature suitable for conversation. Alana was
satisfied with her ability to run figures. The half-demon drilled
Investing 101 into her brain. And the sex ed was…enlightening.
    They were just wrapping up another class,
now.
    “Here,” Alana said, presenting her with an
unmarked brown box.
    “What is it?”
    Alana smirked. “Something to help with your
homework. See you tomorrow!”
    Catherine peeked in the box, blushed, and ran
up to her room to slide it under her bed. At least Alana hadn’t
gone into a lecture on the wonders of said product and its myriad
uses!
    She liked the woman, she really did, but
Alana had little tact, and even less modesty. Apparently, when
you’re several centuries old, you stopped thinking of such
things.
    It wasn’t that Catherine had never
experimented with her…lady parts. She’d even looked at them in a
mirror before, but…well, her mother died before getting past the
“where babies come from” lecture, and her grandmother certainly
wasn’t going to