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you please face me? I will show you everything.”
    “Show me?” She turned around, a welter of emotions fluttering inside her.
    “Please, allow me.” A shimmer of tears overtook the tender expression in his eyes. “I almost lost you.” He cupped her cheeks with his palms and moved in, giving a gentle, slow-building kiss that sent a jolt of longing through her. Like a reflex, she welcomed him, her lips slowly parted, and their tongues curled and intertwined.
    The same metallic flavor was in his mouth, too—then a flood of memories came rushing back. As if a curtain had lifted, she witnessed their blissful interludes just as they had happened, the many nights of dreamscaping to her lover, the tender kisses, and the taste, the memory of feeding from him shot a lightning bolt of desire through her chest.
    “Desmond?” She reeled back. “I understand now. It was you, I remember. You saved me.”
    “Yes, but I didn’t have the chance to explain first. I should have given you a choice.”
    She searched her memory further. “The metallic taste. Oh my God, the gypsy.”
    “Gypsy?”
    “She talked about a copper-like taste, unconventional healing. She said we would meet, we would love, and I would live a different existence.”
    “Yes, it will be a very different existence, an eternal one.” He reached for her and she coiled away from him.
    “Eternal…copper…did you feed me blood?” Nausea made her swallow fast, to keep it down…. “I’m…what am I? What are you?
    “I had no choice, please.”
    “You’re a vampire?” Her eyes grew wide with horror.
    “Yes.”
    “When you saved—you turned me?” She stumbled backward, bumping into the marble counter.
    “Yes.”
    “I’m a vam—” She clasped her hands over her mouth.
    “Ambrosia.”
    She backed away from him, slamming her hip into the door.
    “Wait, don’t go, please.”
    She spun and fled, out of the bathroom, the strangely beautiful underwater hotel room…and his life.

 
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    Awash with grief, Desmond stared at the endless water for hours. He couldn’t stand the thought of her hating him, for eternity, and he certainly couldn’t follow through with his plan, no matter how much he wanted to give up and die. He had a responsibility to Ambrosia now, whether she ever spoke to him again or not. It would be cowardice to commit suicide, leaving her to fend for herself with her new immortality. She was already alone, but to start out with nothing, with no one at her side when she had to face the world as a vampire, he couldn’t even consider this.
    “Desmond, open the door.” Aldon . Desmond dragged himself across the room and let him in.
    “I knew I was wrong. I didn’t have the right—”
    “Everything is going to be okay now.” Aldon smiled.
    “How could you say that? She hates me.” He walked back toward the ocean, wishing he could lose himself in its eternal depths.
    “I wouldn’t exactly say that.”
    He spun around in shock.
    “Ambrosia?” Her figure cloaked by an overcoat, only her silky hair and stunning face were in view, but they were more than enough.
    “Aldon explained everything.”
    A flurry of mixed emotions swallowed him up; ecstasy at seeing her again, terror of what she might think, and gratitude Aldon had had the sense to seek her out.
    “You two need some time to—talk. I hear there’s a fine lounge in this hotel. If you love birds will excuse me, there is a bottle of twenty-five year old bourbon calling to me. Yes, Ambrosia…you can still drink the occasional cocktail.”
    Before Desmond could respond, the fading vision of Aldon’s back disappeared down the hall, followed by the sharp ding of the elevator and the sliding of the heavy metal doors closing. “Ambrosia, I’m so sorry—” He couldn’t meet her eyes.
    “Shhh.” She came near and placed her finger on his lips to silence him. “It was a difficult thing for you to do. I realize that now.”
    “You should have had a