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cheeks blazed scarlet with fury and embarrassment. “Next time, ask me if I swing that way before you plant one on me.”
    Stunned by the failure, Diane let her arms drop to her sides and moved away from her prey. Nothing like this had ever happened before. “Sorry. Guess I got carried away. Must be that lab coat.”
    Lia pitched her coffee into the trash and made a beeline for the door. Diane considered stopping her, then thought better of it. Something wasn’t right here. Humans were weak, their souls as easy to mold as putty. Lia Benson was a different animal altogether. Until Diane identified that animal, she was best to keep her distance.
    As for Jace Cutler, she knew exactly what he was and how to snuff the life from him, permanently.
     
     
    He needed a shower. Badly. He could still smell the blood on his skin—an oddly disturbing coppery stench overshadowed by the soothing scent of Lia Benson’s floral perfume. That fragrance continued to taunt him long after she’d gone. He wished he could draw the enticing combination of jasmine and lavender inside him and keep it there. Wished he could experience the wild rush of her touch, the strange energy that had rippled through his veins the moment she’d entered the room. Jace didn’t know much about his life, but he knew one thing—he and the good doctor were connected somehow.
    He tossed aside the sheet she’d handed him, then hastened to the bathroom, where a shower stall waited. It was a little confining given his large build, but it would have to do. He stepped under the jets, jolted when the frigid water slapped his flesh. Damn, that was all he needed. A cold shower. Maybe the universe was giving him a hint. He cranked the handle, but the water just wouldn’t heat up.
    Better hurry and get this over with.
    With brisk fingers, he grabbed the soap and began to lather up. Water pooled around his ankles, slowly inched toward his knees…
    “What the goddamn hell—” Was the drain clogged? Why wasn’t any of the water escaping? He shot a glance outside. No puddles glistened on the black and white tiles, no thin rivulets streamed toward the door, and the water level just kept on rising.
    He turned the lever to shut off the faucet, but the act was pointless. The door, too, appeared to be sealed shut. It was as if he were caught inside a bubble, insulated from the rest of the world, a fly trapped in a glass.
    Water continued to gush, doggedly creeping up toward his chin. Soon it would swallow him.
    A mirthless laugh echoed in his chest. What kind of idiot drowned in the shower?
    Using his shoulder, he rammed his body into the door, hoping the impact would force it open. “Anyone out there?” he yelled. “I need some help.” He propelled himself against the door again. “Anybody hear me?”
    A woman’s tall silhouette caught his attention. She stood in the doorway, nothing but a washed-out blur in the steam, a cascade of black hair framing her face.
    How could there be steam when the water was ice cold?
    He wiped a circle with his palm and met her penetrating black gaze. “Are you just going to stand there and watch? Get someone to turn off the water.”
    She smiled, a flat smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
    Could be he was just plain negative, but something told him she had no intention of helping him.

Chapter Four
    Lia was on her way to tell Jace she’d booked his MRI when she heard a loud blast, similar to a small explosion, coming from his room. Terrified that he’d collapsed and injured himself, she burst through the door…and stopped dead in her tracks.
    Water streamed from the bathroom, where Jace stood surrounded by a scatter of broken plastic, his gaze frantically searching the room. Dampness beaded on his skin, trickled down his body to puddle at his feet. He was naked again.
    Looking sheepish, he flashed a crooked smile. “We really have to stop meeting this way.”
    Shoving past him, she assessed the damage to the bathroom. The shower