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it’s just to say they can?”
    Her pink tongue reached out to wet her lips, and as they glistened with moisture, Victor almost moaned. His chest tightened, and the twitch became painful as his organ grew swollen.
    What was happening to him? He eyed the bulge in his jeans before returning his gaze to Azaleigh. Granted, she was beautiful, with laughing eyes the color of rich molasses and a complexion so smooth and reminiscent of the sweet toffees Antoinette loved to make, he was inclined to taste her, just to see if she tasted like them. Or better. Something told him she might taste better. She had a thin, heart-shaped face and delicately arched cheekbones that called to mind some of the actresses from the classics he’d watched with Antoinette.
    With a slight shake of his head, Victor refocused on her question. “Not can, but did. They like spreading tales of their conquests, as they thrive on fear.”
    “How do you kill them?”
    “I cut their hearts from their bodies. Without the organ, they shrivel up like the dead they are.” He’d killed five Night Walkers in his existence and each had been the same. There had been one who’d gotten away, though. He’d been different, cleaner-looking than the rest, and Victor had found himself pinned for the first time in his life. The creature had disappeared soon after, chased off by Antoinette’s spell-weaving.
    Azaleigh’s eyes widened. “I’m no scientist, but isn’t that… difficult? I mean, you have to go through ribs...”
    “I break them.” Her eyes grew even larger, so he added, “I’m very strong, Azaleigh.”
    “Uh huh.”Azaleigh stared at him for a long moment, before releasing a sigh. She rolled onto her back and stretched, pushing her round, palm-sized breasts up. “And your fascination with my crotch?”
    Victor lifted his eyes to hers—once more they’d made their way down her long body to the area—and shrugged, embarrassment in the form of a warm heat creeping up his neck.
    “Normally, guys check out boobs or ass.”
    Azaleigh yawned and rolled onto her side. Her face looked fuller, brighter. Her hair was a tousled mass about her head, sections sticking away from the rest. Still, she looked radiant. More beautiful than some of the people he’d seen on Antoinette’s TV. “But not you. You’ve been having a staring contest with my crotch, and I’m curious to know why.”
    “You have a strip of hair.” The words left his lips before he could think them through, and Victor tensed once they hung in the air between them. He shouldn’t have said anything.
    “Huh?”
    “On your private area, you have a thin strip of hair.”
    It took seconds, but she flew to a sitting position and glared at him. “How the hell do you know that? Did you peek last night when—?”
    “I’d never do that.” He cleared his throat. “That night when you woke up, and stripped out of your clothes, I was sitting in the chair...”
    She blushed, and seemed upset at it.
    “It’s beautiful.”
    “My landing strip?” she asked in an incredulous voice.
    Azaleigh collapsed back onto the bed as wracking noises came from her chest. Thinking he’d made his new Guardian cry, he went to her instantly. She was crying all right, but tears of laughter, not sadness, spilled down the sides of her eyes and soaked her pillow.
    He didn’t understand why she found it funny, but Victor took it as his cue to replenish his body. The longer he stayed awake, and not buried deep in healing soil of the Earth, the more his body needed sustenance. Food. Drink.
    “Where are you going?”
    “To make breakfast. What would you like to eat?”
    She sobered and a thoughtful look entered her eyes. “You don’t have to make me breakfast, Victor.”
    He smiled. “Thank you for telling me that, but I want to.” She looked skeptical so he added, “Antoinette taught me to cook. I was going to go down to the kitchen, but I...” Victor trailed off having never been a good liar.
    “You