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With a sigh, she snuggled against his side Never, in all her life, had she been so confused She was supposed to be a Va on the sofa with one of the Nosferatu when she should be thinking of ways to take his head She was grieving for her father, wondering what to do with the rest of her life, yet she had invited Rane to share her bed Did she really want to hunt Va for the Chronicle? Would she be happier if she sold the house and moved to a new city? Someplace she had never been before, where there were no memories to remind her of all she had lost? She wished she had a crystal ball she could gaze into and see her future

She wished…that Rane would kiss her

Slowly, he drew her into his ar her plenty of tilad he could read herand slow and tender,her only pleasure and forgetfulness

Rane gazed down at Savanah Her even breathing told him she had fallen asleep, her head pillowed on his chest, one arm draped across his waist It ah to rest in his embrace Of course, she had no idea how her blood called to hier He could alue, feel the war down his throat

What was he to do with her?

He eased the hair away froaze was drawn to the pulse beating slow and steady in the hollow of her throat, echoing the rhyth hier, to satisfy his unholy craving Just one taste…

He scraped his fangs along her throat She stirred but didn’t wake

It took all the self-control he possessed to pull away Cursing himself, he carried her up the stairs and put her to bed before his hunger overcaht took hih it was little more than a stop-off place for tourists, it boasted several nightclubs, all of which were open

He picked the one closest to the edge of town Going inside, he took a place at the bar, ordered a glass of dry red wine, and waited

It didn’t take long A wo by herselfprovocatively, her lips parted in a smile that told him all too clearly what she wanted He watched her saunter toward hiht, he wondered how she could walk at all A low-cut, off-the-shoulder, pink sweater revealed an expanse of creah she didn’t know it, only one of theht

“I’ onto the bar stool next to his “Can I buy you a drink?”

He lifted his glass “I have one, thank you”

“Anything else I could get you?”

“I don’t know,” he said, willing to play the gaers trailed down his chest, then settled on his thigh “Don’t you know?”

“I’ve got a pretty good idea,” Rane replied, thinking there were all kinds of predators

She slid her hand up and down his thigh, ht her hand in his “Let’s take it slow, shall we?”

She shrugged “Slow or fast, honey, whatever you want My place is just around the corner”

With a nod, Rane put his glass on the bar “Let’s go”

She lived in a ht burned in the