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But with every encounter, whether it was in person or a message left on her cell phone, her body made a lie of that conviction.
    What happened between us was a mistake I won’t repeat.
    Her stomach cramped. Her chest tightened and palms dampened as the question that now haunted her returned.
    What was the truth about that night?
    The disconnect grew stronger every day.
    She’d fought with Rico over Skye in the parking lot of Fangs before joining the girl she’d come to intercept in line. Inside the club, she’d discovered an unexpected empathy for Marina.
    Keeping the girl from ending up dead like Brittany Armstrong had become more than just doing her job. She still felt the satisfaction that came with having convinced Marina to give up her belief in vampires and return to Los Angeles.
    But when Marina left, she’d remained. And instead of running as far and as fast as she could from Fangs, she’d accepted Terach’s touches, his kisses. She’d allowed him to lead her to his bedroom beyond the public area of the club…
    Why would she do that? Why, when all she’d wanted to do was get away from the waste of life and the weirdness?
    Even though she’d reacted physically to Terach when she’d first seen him, remaining at Fangs and becoming involved with him went against everything she believed about herself. Maybe that’s why a different series of events invaded her dreams each night.
    They were so real that she woke confused about what had actually happened. In them, Marina rushed from the club and she raced after her, intent on saving her, only to be struck by an SUV. In them, she knew she was dying, and above her an arrogant masculine voice bargained as if she were little more than a game piece to be sacrificed or saved depending on what advantage could be gained.
    Even if she lives, her spine is crushed in several places. She may never do more than breathe on her own. A trade, Skye? Her life thrown into the mix of justice?
    Healed—not enslaved, Brann.
    Done. She’ll be healed, not enslaved.
    Then Terach’s voice. I’ll do it, Sire.
    She shivered and forced the thoughts away, unwilling to let the memory run its course. To grow wetter as she imagined herself waking in Terach’s bed time and time again, drinking from a wound slashed above his heart or at his wrist while he stroked her hair.
    Cia’s gaze crept to the medallion with its odd script. She’d woken in Terach’s bed wearing it.
    Agree to be my companion. Murmured as Terach used lips and hands and cock to drive her toward climax, withholding it until she said yes .
    Vampire dreams. Dreams of power and seduction. They were the commodity sold at Fangs.
    I had a one-night stand. That’s all. Probably because of the argument with Rico. Probably because I finally got it that there’s no hope he’ll ever see me as anything more than a tight-assed partner he got stuck with.
    Ache blossomed in her chest. Get over him, already!
    But the draw remained. Until he’d hooked up with Skye, Rico was everything she’d always wanted in a man.
    He was gorgeous, a cop with a big family, a lot of them also in law enforcement. The captain was practically an uncle to him. And now…
    Her lips tugged downward. Now Rico was sucked into Skye Delano’s orbit.
    Cia picked up the book, a romantic suspense story—and wouldn’t the cops at the station tease her mercilessly if they knew that’s what she liked to read—but the words on the page blurred together. She wanted things to go back to the way they’d been before the Armstrong case, before she’d killed a man intent on murdering Skye.
    Skye, who’d hypnotized a little girl during the course of that investigation so the child relived memories of the terrifying night her cousin disappeared, then had those same memories rewritten so she left the interrogation room unburdened—
    Cia’s mouth dried. Her heart raced.
    No! No way had she been hypnotized.
    Reality was the dancing, the going back to Terach’s room