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Intending to rise, she gathered her power around her, only to realize there was no need He had found nourishment in the woman And, more than that, he had found love Perhaps the woman would heal the hurt in Rane’s soul and take hiered in her e of a o rose froe and forced herself to think of Kyle instead Hektor was past history, but Kyle was here, now He would be waiting for her this evening when the sun set Perhaps tonight she would discover why her skin tingled whenever they touched It could be nothingtold her it wasperked up an affair like a hint offaintly, she drifted away into the darkness of oblivion

Chapter Thirty-One

Pleasure flowed through Savanah as Rane eased his thirst Odd, that it didn’t hurt, that she wasn’tShe should be shocked, horrified She should be trying to kill him

If she didn’t stop hih”

He looked up at her, his ainst her wrist

“Rane, stop” She pulled the cross from her pocket and lifted it so he could see it

With a hiss, he released her arm, and then turned his back to her He took several deep breaths, his shoulders shaking

Savanah stared at what she could see of his back through his ruined shirt Blood was supposed to heal the Undead, but as far as she could see, there didn’t seem to be any improveed and black in others

Puzzled, she asked, “Why didn’t it work?”

“What do you er to heal the effects of the sun,” he replied, still refusing to look at her

She grunted softly, thinking she still had a lot to learn about the Undead “Are you all right?”

“I will be”

“Rane?”

“I need to get cleaned up”

She nodded even though he couldn’t see her She wondered if he was angry with her, and then realized that he was ashamed, embarrassed because she had seen hiain that heafter he was out of sight, wondering what effect this last incident would have on their relationship After slipping the chain over her head, she ruh the linen closet for a sheet She was about to go outside and cover the body in the patio when her good sense reasserted itself He could rot out there for all she cared

Dropping the sheet over the back of a chair, Savanah folded her ar out there alone The way she felt now, sheto the kitchen , she stared at the body It was grotesque In movies, dead Werewolves always reverted to their human state But this wasn’t a movie The Werewolf lay sprawled on his back, his face set in a rictus of pain Hair still sprouted on the backs of his hands, grew thickly on his forear were spattered with blood What if he wasn’t really dead, but playing possu to do with the body? Should she call the police? Maybe she should discuss it with Rane first

With a sigh, she grabbed a dish towel, and began scrubbing the blood from the tile