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not. Selene hadn’t had sex in months due to her self-imposed celibacy that kept her head clearer. So the sexual tension was screwing with her overly reactive body. The blood lust from the kill earlier had barely settled in and she was wound tighter than a bundle of barbed wire. She always found a willing sexual partner to work through the blood lust, usually another vampire, because they could handle the immense surge of power that pulsed through her body.
    “You okay? You seem tight.” AJ rotated her shoulder, the way a football player did when warming up. “Did you have a job, is that why you’re so keyed up?”
    Selene sat on the leather sofa and ran her hand over the butter-soft surface. She could feel the residual sexual energy pushing off it, so she stood and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window. The view was spectacular up top.
    “I’m fine,” was all Selene offered. She wasn’t a chatty kind of person, especially after a kill, and then there was her trip to the coven. The bad news she had to deliver to AJ wouldn’t be easy, but she suspected AJ knew what the coven would say, so perhaps it wouldn’t matter one way or the other. She was still going to kill De Marcus with or without Selene.
    “Hey, there you are. I didn’t hear you come in. Guess I was busy trying to make sure everything is perfect.” Clarissa threaded her arm around Selene and reached up to place a kiss on her cheek. “So, how have you been? We haven’t see much of you lately, you okay?”
    Clarissa pulled Selene’s face closer, trying to catch her gaze. Selene looked down into a face that hadn’t aged in a century. Clarissa still appeared all of twenty, maybe twenty-one years old. It was amazing how time, experiences, and the death of your family couldn’t put a wrinkle on a face. Selene and Clarissa had similar backgrounds, their families were murdered when they were young and they survived in spite of the loss. However, one was still as innocent as the driven snow and the other was dark and murderous.
    “I’ve been busy. Sorry. I should make it a point to see you more now that I know where you live.” Selene smiled at her weak joke.
    “Yes, and you shouldn’t let that big meanie over there keep you away.” Clarissa pointed at AJ who feigned being crushed by the innuendo. The glance the two exchanged warmed Selene’s heart. She often wished she could find someone like Clarissa, to equal out her life, bring her some semblance of joy.
    “She doesn’t. I’ve really just been busy.”
    “Well, I hope you’re hungry. Have you acquired a taste for certain foods? I find that I do better with a more bland diet. British food serves me best.”
    “I’m not sure. I pop these little babies.” Selene pulled her tin and shook it. The pills echoed in the container. “Eating is such a chore, don’t you think?” She suddenly regretted her comment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. I just meant that I have better things to do…I mean…I don’t have time to…Shit.”
    Clarissa just smiled at the way Selene tried to wordsmith her way out of the verbal blunder, but she was sure she’d insulted Clarissa without meaning too.
    “It’s all right. If you eat, great, if you don’t it’s still great to see you.” Clarissa returned to the kitchen, but not before informing them that dinner was ready. “Wash your hands before you sit down.”
    “Is she serious?” Selene suddenly felt like a kid.
    “Afraid so, buddy. Bathroom’s right down the hall,” AJ said, pointing to the last door.
    This is going to be a long night, fuck. Selene ran her hands under the water, squirted some soap on them and rinsed again. No one had mothered her in decades, funny how she rebelled against it even now. Wiping her hands on the soft, fluffy towel she marveled at the way her place was so different than AJ’s home. It was a home wasn’t it? Clarissa had added little elements, and if one knew AJ, would never believe how cozy it was