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have been threatening if she hadn’t squeaked mouse-like.
    “No.”
    “Is the blood of five men not enough? What kind of a monster are you?”
    “Well, you’re about to find out.”
    Rhett swaggered towards her. He knew the second she saw his white eyes begin to glow. No doubt they exposed for her the view of his generous fangs still covered in blood. Like a flashlight, his eyes would light up sinister facial expressions. His stalk was slow, easy. She shakily rose to her feet. The dagger of death in her hands was gripped hard enough for Rhett to see the whites of her fingertips. Rhett knew she would come at him fast. Humans had a silly way of yelling before they attacked, as if the sound added to their courage. All it did was warn of an impending assault.
    The stick came within inches of his left eye as she thrust forward. Rhett was impressed, the female was quick. He held her wrist in a tight grip until she cried out and dropped her meager weapon. Her head came to below his chin at his chest line. Rhett stood almost six foot four, six five in his boots. He enjoyed the way she trembled. Leaning closer he inhaled, wanting the smell of the fear-laced blood to dance across his lungs. Tavish wouldn’t deny Rhett just one little taste of her nectar. Closer he bent as she struggled with her miniscule power.
    As his head dipped, Rhett noticed something he hadn’t before, as before his nostrils were filled with the sweetest scent of blood and fear. The woman’s mop of brown stringy hair stunk. In fact, she stunk. Rhett pushed her to arms’ length.
    “What the hell, woman? Were you rolling in shit?”
    Rhett’s eyes widened as she glared defiantly up at him. “Yes.”
    “Gross. That’s fucking disgusting. Forget the stick, you could kill me with your smell.” Rhett shoved her away, releasing her fast, she landed on her ass. “Fuck me, man. Those guys must have been desperate.”
    “Now will you go away?”
    Rhett thought about it. He could go back to the coven and tell Tavish about her. His coven leader might be a bit peeved with him though if she died from something else before he got to her. Breeder females were valuable, they aided with the blood supply. Rhett studied her for a moment. He was about to reach out and grab her fur when he noted the suspicious dark areas on her parka and leggings might not exactly be different colored fur.
    This was a nightmare scenario for a vampire who’s every sense was heightened. Standing in the small cavern which began to overflow with her stench, Rhett was hard-pressed not to gag. He hadn’t barfed in centuries.
    What now?
    “You are going to bathe little seal, little stinky seal,” Rhett informed her.
    “Not likely.” She smugly crossed her arms over her chest. A blob of something fell to the ground.
    “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
    As an afterthought, she then uncrossed her arms and played with a small piece of the dark fur. Round and round she twirled her finger into something molded that squished. Rhett felt his hair stand on end. She pulled her little brown finger away. Oh shit, literally oh shit. Rhett was prepared to run screaming like a girl.
    “You wouldn’t,” he said trying to sound as menacing as possible.
    What the fuck is with this woman?
    She began to rise and to his shame he backed up with each step she moved forward. “Tell me.” The little bitch was actually purring. “What kind of a monster are you?”
    “I sure as fuck ain’t gonna be the covered-in-shit monster,” he bellowed as she lunged forward.
    Oh my fucking god, I’m running from crap.
    Rhett took off. He watched her from the ceiling while she preened around looking for him. He ran a quick hand over his face. Blood he could take—obviously, guts, not a problem. But holy hell, any man would understand his position, when Acca was a baby and the crap had oozed up the back of her diaper right to the back of her neck, Rhett had run from the room. At the time, Rhett had no clue something so