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by the alcove with his fist. Taken by surprise by his outburst, she almost dropped the flask.
    “What was that for?” Meanwhile, she had also found the lid. The small glass ball nested on top of a minuscule cork was stuck between the cracks in the wooden beams supporting the cushion.
    “Why would anyone given the gift of eternal life want to die?” He stared down at her.
    At first, she thought his question was rhetorical and kept her focus on the task ahead. She closed the flask by pressing down the lid, then made to leave the alcove pushing on her heels only to find his hand outstretched toward her.
    He waited for her to take hold of his hand, then gently helped her out. “Why would a young man, the whole of eternity before him, drink that and jump from a balcony?”
    His words penetrated through the barrier she had put in place to deal with situations like that. She repressed the tears wanting to come out, angry at him once again for making her think about Tommaso. All of a sudden, the recorder burned a hole in the pocket of her skirt. She took it out and turned it on. “Alexander Drako, you must come with me to Castel Sant’ Angelo to report to the Council liaison.”
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    Alexander saw the tension in the taut lines of her face and the way her hand had become rigid in his before she had dropped it as if it were made of lava. For a moment, she had transformed into a woman before his eyes; the next moment, the recorder was out and the enforcer had come back with it.
    “Now?” He felt deflated. The punch he had driven through the wall, leaving an indent on the bricks beneath the stucco, had only scratched his fist and done nothing to release his tension. All the innuendos, the constant effort to tease her had affected him. At first, he had needed the diversion to forget about the boy lying dead outside. Then he had seen a challenge in her icy demeanor, only to be intrigued by how easy she was to read. Now, crude reality had interrupted his game of cat and mouse, reminding him of the senseless death that had occurred in his own house.
    She took a few steps into the hallway before turning and giving him her coldest stare yet. “Alexander Drako, you are the primary suspect in the case of John Doe’s suicidal death due to Immortal Death’s consumption. You might refuse to collaborate, in which case I suggest you to call your lawyer—”
    He waved his hand in the air, suddenly too tired to keep sparring with her. “Did you drive here or did you take a cab?” When she took a moment to answer, he passed her on his way to the garage. “If you don’t have a ride, feel free to come with me.” He didn’t wait for her to make up her mind and strode to the stairway, then crossed the living room, and passed through the industrial kitchen where he often cooked. Finally, he took the small corridor leading to a set of stairs that ended with the garage on the first level and the food cellars on the second. He was already entering his Mercedes convertible when the clicking of her heels echoed in the cavernous space where he stored his city cars.
    “I can’t let you out of my sight.” Her onyx eyes sparkled with anger as she approached him and handed him her briefcase.
    Any other time, he would have told her he wouldn’t want it any other way and possibly with the lights on. He would have gone as far as to suggest several positions she could still have him in sight while tied to his bed, whispering in her ears how it would please him to see her displayed. She naked and he completely dressed. He knew she would be outraged because she had actually considered it, if only for a moment before feeling deeply ashamed of her desires. And when he would walk past her and touch her arm by mistake, she would find it difficult to repress a moan and would call a cab, professionalism and rules be damned.
    Instead, he rounded the car to come stand by the passenger’s door, which he opened for her. “Please.” He gave her time to