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him. He gave her a small crooked grin before pushing his glasses up his nose.
    His face was round and boyish. He reminded her of a small child. He was not hard-bodied, like a Vampire, but he wasn’t soft, either. He was average. Underfed, but average. “How old are you?” she asked.
    Whitey blinked several times before answering in a small, cracked voice, “Twenty-f-f-four.”
    Danika nodded. “And what did you do in your encampment?”
    He swallowed hard. “I-I...helped out here and there. I fixed things and worked on electronics and stuff.”
    “Can you read and write?”
    “Y-Y-Yes,” he managed before a large swallow.
    She liked him. He could be taught and molded. He would be eager enough to learn and please, and soft enough for her to ply the way she needed. As an assistant, he would work well. He seemed a bit too skittish for a blood slave though. But for everything else, he’d work. “Thank you, Whitey.” She smiled.
    His eyes widened in surprise and he stammered, “Yo-You’re welcome.”
    Clive held out his arm and they walked to the next cell. The man inside was late fifties by human years; he was thin and had a defiant look. Danika approached the cell. He stood six foot one with a stocky build and a short-cropped haircut; his arms were folded tight across his chest. Danika walked even closer to the bars; he continued to stand his ground. The name plaque read “Ike.” She let her piercing gaze sweep over him. He was built well, but that did nothing for the attitude.
    “Marine?”
    “Semper Fi,” he replied in a gruff voice, meeting her gaze for the first time.
    Danika nodded and moved on.
    One by one she walked past the cells. They were old, they were young—one was too young. In Vampire years, he would’ve still been considered a newborn. She worried for a moment where he would end up.
    When they reached the second cell from the end, the male inside stood waiting for her to approach. He had a wide smirk and stood proud as a peacock. Medium-height with a stocky build, she caught his scent from where she stood. He let off mating pheromones at an alarming rate. It made her gums ache with need. Pushing at her hair, she scanned his nameplate. “Jax.” He took off his shirt and threw it on the bed.
    “You want to come in for a taste, mistress?”
    “You, slave, do not speak unless spoken to.” Clive stepped forward.
    “I simply wanted to let the gorgeous creature know I’m willing and able to give her everything she needs.” Jax smiled even wider.
    “How dare you—”
    “No, Clive.” Danika put her hand on his arm. “It’s all right. He wants to show me what he has. Please open the cell.”
    “But Lord Danika—”
    “Clive.” She stared at him. “I’d like to go in.”
    Clive stared for a moment longer and then nodded. The male, Jax, grinned from ear to ear.
    She flashed a smile and straightened her jacket as Clive punched the access code and the door slid open. She stepped into the cell. In her platform boots, she stood the same height as Jax. She strolled around, inspecting him. He worked out, a lot. Of course that would change once he became a slave, unless he was used as a guardian. Like a dog, he’d have to be broken to train the cockiness out of him. She smiled at the thought of being able to do it herself.
    She finished her inspection, standing less than ten inches in front of him. He stared her in the eyes, waiting.
    “Have you ever met a Vampire before, slave?”
    “Not a gorgeous pure-blooded female Vampire like yourself.”
    “Have you ever been fed off of?”
    “I’m a virgin, but you can be the first.”
    “Really?” She raised an eyebrow. “You’d be my willing blood slave? And you think that you can satisfy me in every way?”
    “Absolutely.”
    “That’s an amazing feat.” She trailed a finger from his collarbone to his abs. He quaked at her touch. “Tell me, did you know that while Vampires are in the throes of passion, they can drain a slave dry in