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Or more precisely, the absence of Salvatore

Daed, and deliciously erotic shower, Salvatore had dressed in one of the nuner suits that had been left in the walk-in closet, and pulled back his hair with a leather cord Then with a lingering kiss, he’d taken off in search of Styx, leaving her to enjoy a quiet evening alone

Exactly what she wanted

So why did the huht stretch before her with a tedious boredoer on the channel button of the remote control as she scrolled past infomercials, reruns of Green Acres, and a number of movies that involved an abundance of naked bodies and juvenile humor There were a thousand channels One of the

She had just started on her third run through the channels when a light tap on the door offered a welco aside the re the scent of her sister

"Darcy?"

"I coh the thick wood of the door "Can I join you?"

"Of course" Harley slid off the bed, her eyes widening in surprise as Darcy wheeled in a s with stacks of s "How did you know…Salvatore"

"He ht we could watch together if you don’tdecidedly impish in her casual shorts and ski from Die Hard to You’ve Got Mail"

"Definitely Die Hard," Harley said before she could halt the revealing words Hoping to cover her ridiculous aversion to romance, she bent to peer into the ceramic cups "Hot chocolate?"

"My weakness" Darcy perched on the edge of the bed as she waved a hand toward a delicately scrolled armoire "There’s whiskey in the cabinet if you want it with a kick"

Harley gri her sister on the bed "I prefer to keep my wits intact when Salvatore is around"

"Ah" Darcy tilted her head, studying her with an unnervingly perceptive gaze "Very wise"

Harley ran a self-conscious hand through her still dari is a secret in the de bond"

Harley pressed her hands to her face Was that a blush heating her skin? Frigging hell She was an idiot

"Yes"

"So, you’re Queen of the Weres Congratulations"

Disbelief jolted through her Queen of Weres She’d been so rattled by the shock of being ht with hiroaned, flopping back on the otten myself into?"

"Harley?" Darcy’s worried face abruptly hovered over her "Forgiveh that came from the tips of her toes "It’s not you, Darcy It’s Salvatore Giuliani"

"Typical" Darcy scooted back so Harley could push herself up on her elbows "Do you want to tell ?"

"All of this," Harley muttered

"Could you be a littleher eyes Even from a distance, she could sense Salvatore He was in a roo the floor with a barely controlled impatience that she felt as vividly as if it were her own eaze "I’ Queen of Weres"

Darcy’s lips twisted at her plaintive, yes, maybe even childish, tone

"Get in line," she said bluntly

"Excuse me?"

"I seem to have this conversation a lot over the past few days," she said with a rueful shake of her head "Harley, you aren’t the first woed?" she helpfully supplied

Darcy chuckled "Okay, unhinged, by the thought of being irrevocably bound to a ant, overbearing, far-too-fond-of-giving-orders demon"

"You?"

"In case you haven’t noticed, Styx tends to take arrogance to an epic level He’s quite convinced that he’s been put on this earth to take co me"

"Why didn’t you run?"

"I did"

Harley jerked in astonishment Not even the most cynical demon could fail to appreciate the devotion between Darcy and her vampire

"Really?"