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the side and looked up into his beautiful face, his rich, brown eyes. Once again the bar seemed to fade away but it was different, as if he were taking her into a different realm instead of pulling her into him. As the sounds became muffled and the colors muted, she realized he was talking to her and she had to force herself to listen.
        “After this dance, you will have no recollection of me or my brothers,” he crooned in a low, mesmerizing voice. His brown eyes swirled with power and she was reminded of the golden eyes she could have drowned in. But she was with Rhys, at least for the dance; she owed it to him to pay attention to what he was saying. And afterwards, she could ask if Vaughn was single. “You will return home and forget about the castle, your small apartment. It was all a dream.”
        She started at him for a long moment before her lips slowly curled upwards in a wry, appreciative smile as she finally heard his words. In teasing gravity, she drawled, “Your Jedi mind tricks won’t work on me.”
        The shocked expression that descended upon his face only lasted a moment but it was well worth the price of admission and then some. Recovering quickly, obviously more amused than angry, he grinned. Good god his smile was brilliant, making his already handsome face absolutely devastating. “I see that you are going to be a much bigger problem than we anticipated.”
        She laughed, amused by the game, of having someone share her slightly twisted sense of humor, even if she didn’t fully understand the rules. Unable to help herself, she looked over her shoulder and saw Vaughn glaring daggers at her dance partner.
        His golden gaze shifted and collided with hers. Melanie stumbled over her feet, feeling the burning heat in his eyes from across the crowded dance floor. Had two strong arms not come around her to keep her steady she would have crumbled to the ground, unable to remain standing with knees that had suddenly turned to jelly. Her response to Vaughn should have scared her, she had never felt anything so all consuming, but it was exhilarating and she wanted to soak up every moment of it. She wanted….
        A low chuckle near her ear drew her attention back to Rhys. Warmth flooded her cheeks as she tilted her head back and looked at his face. His friendly eyes were lit with humor, “Oh, this is going to get interesting.”
        “Get interesting?” Melanie murmured, catching her lower lip between her teeth, her eyes darting to the Vaughn once more. “It already is.”
        “Perhaps you would like to dance with my brother.”
        Her gaze snapped back to his; she couldn’t prevent the broad grin from appearing at the notion of being in Vaughn’s arms once again. “I would like that above all things.”
        He looked over her shoulder and made a motion for his brother to take over. Bending his head down, his lips near her ear, be breathed, “Close your eyes.”
        Feeling only slightly ridiculous, Melanie stood in anticipation of being held by Vaughn; of breathing him in. Her face hurt from smiling so broadly and excited energy made it difficult to remain still. A warm, broad hand wrapped around her upper arm and she was dismayed to find that the current of energy that had arced between them earlier was absent.
        “May I cut in?” His voice was wrong, too; softer. Darker.
        With a slight frown, she opened her eyes, the disorientation showing in her expression. Until she saw that it was the dark one, the black haired man. Armand.
        She glanced at her former dance partner but he was laughing, returning to Vaughn’s side. Plastering a smile on her face she lifted her head and met cold, green eyes, harsh in their beauty and chilling her to the core. Her knees wobbled but she was held securely in strong arms. Unfortunately, she couldn’t seem to be able to tear her eyes from the green gaze, as blackness began to consume her.