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"Bliss and Rachael went to a private party last night at Guilbeau’s Restaurant They called their driver at exactly tenty-three thisWhen their driver arrived four n of them Find them When you discover who took theh I require a detailed expense accounting, of course"

My mouth opened And closed on the words I was about to say Calling a vaht not be the wisest course of action, especially when it hadn’t been demonstrated that she was fully in control of her predatory instincts When I opened irls But I’m not a hired killer"

"Of course you are Don’t be foolish" She turned back to the screen "We all must accept our natures, and you are a predator" She sniffed the air without looking at me "You smell of wild places and violence and blood You will kill It is your nature and it is what you have been paid to do"

The reality of her stateht in my midsection Her words were almost like the ones Beast said to me when she called me a killer Words I denied Still wanted to deny Slowly, carefully, I said, "Unless the person or persons who has theo, or tries to do the anyone"

Katie’s head inclined, a snakelike movement no human spine could mihtened into creahlights Her eyes ht and full of coleaaze as she parted her lips, the motion slow and sensual "This I shall accept: You will find irls You will free them You will return them to me, with the names of the ones who took them I will take care of the rest"

I knehat she ave her, track them, drain them, and kill them She would leave their dead bodies where no one would ever find them And it would be my fault Totally my fault As much as if I took their lives myself

Katie smiled sweetly as the facts found a place in my brain, and returned her attention to the computer screen "Tom has all the information you will need to locate my employees You are dismissed"

I didn’t kno to reconcile her dee her, predator to predator, and fight it out on the desktop, here and now, I shoved Beast down and walked away Katie was my employer and landlady, the owner of my freebie home Katie was a vamp no one crossed, and if I wanted to keep my own peace of mind and my own blood in my veins, I would need to find a way to deal with Katie wanting to kill the kidnappers--which would totally be ave her the names But I could worry about that later Was I a Scarlett O’Hara or what?

Inside ed into ic, when I was five years old and fighting for my life--turned her back to me, a predator insult of the worst kind I held in the frustration the gesture brought on

Troll, whose real name was To for me in the hallway, his face like a stone bust, e

Dumbly, I followed him to the kitchen, where Deon, Katie’s three-star Ja a rack of lamb into one of the comht foot on the floor, the other on the bar stool footrest Troll handed irls written on it in his neat block printing

"Is she" I stopped, not knohat to ask

"Sane?" he said softly "I don’t know, but I’irls are careful According to Mithran definitions, and within Mithran parameters, she’s fine She’s not drained anyone She’s injured no one" He rubbed his bald pate in consternation Troll wasn’t the most communicative man, but even I could tell he wasn’t finished "But she’s powerful and strong and different frooogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>