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body and his gaze lit on her hand in the drawer.
    “Xenock. You need help. Let me help you. Then when you’re better—”
    “No!” he shouted. “I won’t go away. I won’t be parted from you. You’re mine!”
    He flew at her, his arms outstretched. She raised the gun and shot him in the chest. The bullet did nothing to slow him, and he was on her in a second, pinning her to the ground. Blood flowed from his wound, pouring over her and onto the carpet.
    “You’re mine. I deserve you. We belong together.” He bit into her neck, tearing her skin.
    She screamed. Her blood poured from her throat. She gasped for breath as he drank from her. Her adrenaline surged and anger took over. She kneed him in the groin and bucked beneath him. Turning to the side, she rolled on top of him and punched him in the jaw. His eyes went glassy for a minute and she ran for the door. Footsteps rushed up the stairs. Xenock grabbed her around the waist, throwing her into the middle of room, locking the door. She clutched at her neck as he turned to her once more. His face twisted into deranged smile.
    “It’s you and me, Kitten. Now and forever.”
     
    “My lord, we’re just around the corner.” Paul, the driver, shook her back to the present. She scanned the area, trying to remember where she was. Lincoln High School came into view before they turned onto Burling Street.
    The images in her mind made the incident fresh once more. The same panic she’d felt on the night that Xenock attacked her lit inside her still. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm herself. It had been a memory. It wasn’t real.
    The lack of sleep over the past months was causing her mind to wander more and more frequently to places where she didn’t want to go. Replaying her attack by Xenock was no longer contained to sleeping. It was obvious just how much she needed a blood slave. Hiring a vamp or vampyr minion wasn’t the same as buying a bonded human slave. Unlike a minion who had rights, a slave would be her property. And there was no chance of Rogue Syndrome.
    Regency House was surrounded by tall walls of iron rods, topped with razor spikes, so no one climbed in or out. A small arc of light blue electric current snaked over the fencing top. A human might be able to get by one, but not both. The beautiful front area with large flowing fountain was littered with dogs. Several ran at the fence, barking. Two guards stood on either side of the entrance to the large cream brick house. There were at least six more, heavily armed, walking the perimeter, all trained by the Vampire elite Tracking Squad. It had been one of the Tracking Squad warriors who’d saved her from Xenock.
    Danika shook her head, ridding herself of the memory. She needed a clear head tonight. Go in, find the right one, get out. Then tomorrow, after the auction closed, she’d bring him home, bond him and feed, forever putting to bed the awful memories and sudden appearances of Xenock.
    The lights were on in every widow. Creamy curtains hung inside of black shuttered windows. When the car stopped on the street in front of the house, Paul opened her door and offered Danika his hand. She slid from the backseat and stepped onto the sidewalk, breathing in the cool midnight air. A familiar scent hit her and she scanned the area. A tremor of fear itched over her skin. She sniffed again and the scent was fainter. The shadows hung thick upon the expansive lawn and gate. She saw little, yet something told her she was being watched.
    “Lord Danika, are you all right?”
    She turned toward Paul and stared at him for a moment. “Yes, thank you.”
    She straightening her skirt and walked through the gate to the entrance. The two guards inclined their heads to her; in turn, she acknowledged them with a nod.
    She’d never been inside Regency House, although she’d approved Clive’s application to open the auction house in her city. White marble and blood-red carpet runners stretched