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He laughed, a he was the handsomest ertips over his bare chest

Savanah pressed her hands to her burning cheeks There were several people in the audience that she knew, including one of the reporters she worked with Hoould she ever face any of thenificent blurted out what she had been thinking?

Sensing herto humiliate her in public, Rane asked, “Would you care to think of so she was anywhere but there His nearness sparked an odd tingling in the pit of her stoht, and who could blaaze rested on her face like a physical caress?

“In high school,” he said, “you had a crush on your journalisrew hotter She had never told anyone about that, not her dad, not even Liz, who had been her best friend at the tiuarded secret, until now

“Is that true?” Rane asked, already knowing the answer

Savanah nodded It didn’t really matter if her secret was out now Mr Tabor had o

Rane bowed in her direction and then returned to the stage In what had beconature farewell, he walked to the front of the boards and took a bow, then crossed his arht

As soon as the curtains were drawn, Savanah ran out the side door and headed for the alley behind the theater Hiding in the shadows, she settled down to wait for Santoro to leave the building, detered into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, ran a hand through his hair, and then, as was his habit, he left the theater by the back door Being close to the Gentry wo the siren call of her blood, had aroused his hunger He needed to feed, he thought, and soon If he waited er, his prey would pay the ultimate price

As soon as he stepped into the alley, he knew she was there Lifting his head, he sniffed the air, felt his fangs lengthen as he honed in on her hiding place There, in the shadows beside the Dumpster Foolish woman, to wait for him in the dark where there was no one to see her, no one to save her

Froician lift his head, his nostrils flaring as if he was sniffing her out Her heart raced as he headed straight toward her hiding place Did he know she was there? But that was iht where she stood, no way he could see her in the dark She could scarcely see her hand in front of her face And yet, like a jungle cat on the scent of prey, he ly toward her, his footsteps eerily silent on the daht triumphantly He wouldn’t escape her this time But as she watched hiot that she had been trying for days to see hiht was to run, to hide, before he found her But there was nowhere to hide, and it was too late to run