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began pumping as she looked through the file. She could feel cortisol and adrenaline releasing itself into her blood stream. The file encompassed the cases of women who were being confined and sold into slavery through an underground sex trade. The building where they were being kept was in Chicago.
    Rhiannon had a lot of cases like this. This was why she worked for Verdigri. Years ago, he’d somehow learned of her abilities, and he’d contacted her. The initial meeting had been so strange, Rhiannon had felt overwhelmed. She had no idea how he’d learned of her powers, and she was veritably frightened. But there was something to the man, to his genteel manner, and especially to his cause, that had won her over. She’d been in his employ ever since.
    Thirty years ago, Mr. Verdigri had lost his own daughter to a sexual predator. A week after her seventeenth birthday, she went missing. A month later, her body was found. She’d been dumped in a ditch outside of Las Vegas.
    The traumatic event brought about the eventual death of Verdigri’s wife, a beautiful Mexican woman that Rhiannon could tell even now, her employer was bone-deep in love with. They’d been soul mates.
    Since the death of his daughter and wife, Verdigri had made it his life’s work to save as many girls as possible from a world that seemed bent on destroying them from the inside out.
    Verdigri was an effective fundraiser, but Rhiannon didn’t know where the bulk of his money came from, and frankly she didn’t care. He was making the world a better place, one rescue at a time.
    She closed the folder and took it with her as she stood. “Thank you for the tea. I’ll get on this right away, but I have something I need to take care of before I leave.”
    “Ah yes. Miss Mimi mentioned something about a destined battle.”
    Rhiannon smiled. She turned to go, but as she did, she said, “I’ll check in some time tomorrow night.”
    Mr. Verdigri’s green, green eyes pinned her to the spot where she stood beside the table. “See that you do,” he told her. It was a command without sounding like one. And it told Rhiannon something the file folder failed to: this assignment was dangerous. Perhaps dangerous enough that he was afraid she wouldn’t come back.
    She digested that and turned to leave when her employer spoke up once more.
    “Friday night, there’s to be a masquerade gala in honor of a potential new benefactor for the Swallowtail Foundation. I’ll expect you there, of course. He wants to meet you.”
    The Swallowtail Foundation was the covert name under which Mr. Verdigri ran all of his operations. He’d named it in honor of his daughter’s favorite species of butterfly, the Purple Spotted Swallowtail.
    Rhiannon glanced back at him over her shoulder. Today was Tuesday. That gave her two days to finish this job. “I’ll be there with dancing shoes on.”
    Verdigri grinned, and his face broke into charming laugh lines. “I do love a woman who can dance.”

Chapter Two
    He couldn’t see her face. He never could.
    These dreams that came to him now, after thousands of years of darkness and silence, were both the bane and the immeasurable pleasure of his nightt ime existence. Whoever she was, she haunted him. The feel of her taunted and teased and fed his hunger with flesh so supple, so perfect, it defied reality. Her hair was so soft, it brushed his chest like feathers. She was warm, real, and tender. She was strength and passion and surrender all in one.
    The smell of her reminded him of fresh fallen rain, clean and promising. The sound of her was… sighs so soft and moans even softer. A touch and a gasp and a pounding heartbeat later and Sam was in heaven. And Hell.
    He awoke that morning as he always did of late, his sheets soaked, his breath catching, his hands fisting in something that was no longer there. The night before had been a long one.
    Upon arriving at Central Park, where he knew Michael would be fighting off a score of “bad