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“Don’t telad to hear hi about death, see clarity in his eyes rather than the shadows of hell called up fro a hand on his shoulder, Danny bent over him as Elisa discreetly withdrew As she surveyed his body, she had to ad

Now, though, she felt a rush of anger when she saw the healing scars of a half dozen wounds that would have been serious and possibly even fatal on an unmarked human Yes, he needed her blood Now

“I’ll take over his bath” She didn’t care what her staff thought, but neither one showed a reaction

“There’s extra towels right there, , or any help getting hie that they would have privacy Both woone on quiet feet

You’re right, Mother I do like her Danny shook her head Typical A sift from a eable proportions

For now, though, she turned her attention to Dev, who had his chin on his shoulder, as if he’d slipped off again Kneeling by his side, she put her hand on his te neck, like a bull In fact, he was built like that

Such broad shoulders, a burliness that hinted at the pugnacious nature beneath his good-natured exterior Not overly tall, though a bit taller than herself

Come on, then, bushman Before I can let you dream, you have to eat

But she hesitated at the wrist, thinking about what he’d asked She should just feed him from the arm, a functional act, but he’d asked so little for all that he’d given her Unbuttoning the first several buttons of the blouse she’d been wearing, she unhooked the bra in back, pulled it down so that he’d have clear access to the inviting curve of breast When she turned her attention back to hih he appeared to be fighting sleep as fiercely as he’d fought Ruskin’s men

“Should have known the sound of a woh to wake you”

“In a couple ways” His gaze drifted down his body, and she saw, re aroused in the ater

“Maybe you don’t need ”

“Taking bloodfrolinted “Weakas a baby Do what you wantwith it”

“Oh, Dev” She passed a thumb over his lips, but felt a warm shiver at the responsive flex of them under her pad, the attention of his eyes on her bare flesh The er there “It’s a survival response You can’t possibly finish You’ll probably pass out before you’re all the way hard”

“Not about finishing Aboutbeing inside Please, my lady” She saw it then, in hisreal and iround him back in the present and not the blood of the past few days

That took away any resistance she had Rising, she removed her clothes His eyes followed her, and even as worn-out as he was, she saw his powers of observation had not been dulled enough He lighted on the tear in her shirt,

“You and the Poreement?”

“A ot the best of hiaze rose, held hers “No,” he said at last “Not this time”

Despite her protest, he lifted hihter in the tub, reached out to her with a wet hand

Biting back a sigh of impatience with his stubbornness, she let hie in his eyes was unexpected and unsettling She would have drawn back, but his fingers tangled in her hair