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Savanah bolted upright, her cheeks ith tears, her last agonized cry ringing in her ears

Frantic, she glanced around the roo beside her

“Bad drea up, he drew her into the shelter of his arms

“Yes It ful I dreauess You killed your first Vampire?”

She nodded

“Was it the Vampire who killed your father?”

“No” She looked up at him, her eyes haunted “It was you”

He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear “It was just a dream”

“What if it was a—a premonition?”

“Is that what you think?”

“I don’t know I kneas drea, but it seemed so real” She shuddered at the memory “I don’t think I’uess only tiht on?”

She did, but she didn’t want him to think her a coward, so she shook her head “I’ll be all right”

Scooting under the blankets again, she turned onto her side Rane slid his ar her close, so that her backside was nestled against his front Spooning, she thought with a faint grin Wasn’t that what they called it?

With a sigh, she closed her eyes Rane was holding her There was nothing to be afraid of

It was late afternoon when she awoke In the light of day, her night or as real She told herself it was only natural to drea Vampires; she was supposed to be a hunter, after all A hunter without a kill, she thought glu, she slipped on a robe and padded into the kitchen, surprised to find Rane sitting at the kitchen table

His ared her waist as she headed for the coffee-maker “Good afternoon, sleepyhead”

“Hi”

He drew her down and kissed her, driving every other thought from her mind but the heat of his ic in one kiss? she thought, and then grinned He was aaround his neck, her tonguewith his She shuddered with pleasure as one of his hands cupped her breast while the other slid up her neck into her hair, holding her head in place as he deepened the kiss, his hungryhis shoulders “Let’s go back to bed,” she murmured breathlessly

“A wonderful idea,” he said, histhe side of her neck “But we have co How could they have company? No one was supposed to knohere they were “Who can it be?” And where were they? No one had knocked at the door

“Mr Leon Webb He’s on the porch”

The words had scarcely left Rane’s

“Who’s Mr Webb?”

“An acquaintance,” Rane said Lifting Savanah from his lap, he took her by the hand and went to admit their visitor

Webb was tall and ray hair and eyes so pale a blue they were ale pants, a dark green T-shirt, and scuffed co ad for Gangs-R-Us He carried a leather-bound case in one hand

Rane invited Webb inside, then closed and locked the door behind their guest “Savanah, this is Leon Webb Webb, this is Savanah”

Savanah drew her robe htly around her “Pleased to h she wasn’t sure she was pleased at all