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Vittorio said gesturing to the middle of the room.
    Feet bare, Amelia strode across
the room. The sight of her naked feet reminded Riley they had to search more
than her person. He sought out her neglected shoes and basket. When he picked
up the items the air in the room stilled. He turned to find Amelia staring at
him in horror as a deep flush climbed up her face. A quick glance at Vittorio
informed Riley the were-tiger was watching Amelia, waiting for something.
      He held the basket out. “I’m going to begin by
looking through this.”
    Reluctantly, Amelia nodded her
head in agreement.
    Vittorio strode across the room
to stand across from him. Together they reached into the basket and pulled out
an item. The second Riley’s fingers closed around his target he knew he was in
trouble. He lifted the item and stared at it in surprise. It was a large, dark
purple glass dildo complete with surprisingly realistic veins.
    A sputtered cough caught Riley’s
attention and he glanced sharply at Vittorio to see the other man staring in
surprise at the flavoured lubricant in his hand. As one they turned and looked
back at Amelia. She was red faced with embarrassment, and slowly inching away
from them.
    He dropped the dildo, strode
across the room and grabbed her. She stared up into his eyes with a mixture of
anxiety, fear and desire. He basked in the last emotion, surprised she would
feel that way towards him, especially after all they’d already gone through
that night.
    He lifted her hands and held them
in his palms. He brushed his fingers over her wrists, taking notice of her
rapid pulse. Then he lifted his other hand and ran it through the thick strands
of her lustrous, auburn hair. She closed her eyes, moaned and tipped her head
back when his fingertips brushed across her scalp. Riley gritted his teeth
against the hard desire that filled him at the sound. Instead, he focused on
straightening out the wavy strands until they fell around her shoulders. When
he was satisfied, he removed his hand and returned it to her wrist. He lifted
her arms until they were flush against the wall. Before she could figure what
he was up to, he handcuffed Amelia to the light sconce above her head, grasped
the pins that had fallen from her hair, and shoved them in his back pocket.
    When Riley stepped away from her,
he heard the low sound of Amelia’s angry growl. She’d just realised what he’d
done.
      Vittorio glanced from Amelia’s bound figure to
Riley. He smiled at Riley before turning back to Amelia. “You have some very
interesting things in your basket, but the item that caught my attention was
this.” He held up a small rolled piece of paper.
    Amelia stared at it silently. If
Riley had to make a guess he would say the human had no idea what Vittorio was
holding. So Riley asked the question he knew she wouldn’t. “What exactly is
it?”
    Vittorio held Amelia’s gaze when
he answered. “It’s a map of the burial ground, complete with the names and
titles of certain plot holders.”
    Amelia jerked hard against her
binding. Riley felt his stomach plummet before filling with unease. While he’d
listened to Rickard’s decree that they search the female, he hadn’t believed they
would find anything on her.
    Already Vittorio had proved him
wrong.
    “What else are you hiding?” he
growled, the disappointment and anger warring with the little common sense he
knew should be at the forefront.
    “I think it’s time for that
search,” Vittorio said and strode across the room. Riley reached out and
grabbed his friend’s thick arm when he was halfway to Amelia. A sense of
possessiveness had flooded him at Vittorio’s words. Enough so, that he knew he
couldn’t let his best friend and flat mate put his hands on her without his
permission.
    At the moment Riley was loath to
give that.
    One of Vittorio’s dark eyebrows
lifted in question. Riley shook his head once. Vittorio’s jaw flexed ominously,
but Riley refused to back down.