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dripping from his face and hands. With a look in his eye that could only be described as manic, Ridley pushed his broken glasses up the bridge of his nose. One swinging lens popped free and fell to the ground with a soft thump. Jerking his head from the fallen lens, to Ireland, and back again, he expelled a bewildered, “Huh?” before turning on his heel and stumbling into the cab waiting at the curb.

     
    What does a monster do at night when their skin is itching and burning for mayhem? Ireland rolled her neck one way, then the other, unable to think of anything but that particular conundrum. The pull to ride tugged at her, luring her into the darkness … where she belonged.  Groaning her frustration, she slammed her forearms against the balcony rail, subsequently rolling her arms down until she clenched it in a white knuckled grasp. The twinkling lights of New York loomed before her. An entire city plagued with life and congestion, making it absolutely the most impractical place for her to sling on her cloak and indulge her inner beast.
    It was official . Whether she liked it or not, Sleepy Hollow was now her home. There, Horseman sightings were an exciting testimony to the history of the town. Here, a simple ride to ease the raw longing screaming through her veins could get her chased through the Lincoln Tunnel by a police escort. Rational thought was a cruel, relentless bitch. One whose strict parameters became far more constricting the instant her skin ignited like a struck match. Predicting the cause, she instinctively gazed the two floors down to the parking lot below. Sure enough, Regen’s narrow, onyx muzzle emerged from the thick white fog of a steam vent. His mane danced against his powerful neck with each wide stride, summoning her to him like the beckoning curl of a finger. His gleaming saucer eyes found her without fail. They always would. She was his totem. Or maybe he was hers—her true north that anchored her in the sea of chaos that was her curse. 
    Clucking her tongue ag ainst the roof of her mouth, Ireland grinned at the perk of his ears and his guttural whinny in response.
    One little ride. What was the worst that could happen?
    Behind her, the sliding door shushed across its track. Noah stepped out, his hand raking through hair still wet from the shower.
    “There you are .” Droplets of water flung from the damp strands. They rained down on his chest, zigzagging across taut muscles. Trailing down, they teased across the V of his hip bones, disappearing inside the waist band of his low-slung cotton pajama pants. “If you’re contemplating seeing if the Horseman could survive that jump, I’m going to ask you not to. It’s way too early in our relationship for you to hear my girly scream.”
    “No, I was just admiring the view.” Curling her face into a Ridley-esque leer, she did her best to adopt his high-class pimp tone, “Which just got a whole lot sweeter.”
    “ Too good an impression.” Noah’s nose crinkled, a wet strand sticking to his brow as he shook his head. “My testicles retreated inside me.”
    “I’m guessing the suave Mr. Peolte has that effect on a lot of people.” Pivoting on the ball of her foot, Ireland le aned her back against the rail. “So, are you okay with this trip taking a couple extra days or is Sleepy Hollow falling to pieces without their prodigal son?”
    One pull-up perfected shoulder rose and fell in a casual shrug. “Running the risk of sounding like a pretentious ass, I’ll just say I have people handling everything, so I’m good.”
    “How very Corleone of you,” Ireland smirked, then hitched one eyebrow pointedly. “I’m not kissing your ring. I feel that needs to be said.”
    Closing the space between them, h is tongue flicked across his lower lip. With a hand on either side of her and his body molding to hers, he pinned the suddenly breathless Crane against the rail. Cool, damp hair tickled over her feverish skin as his forehead brushed