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then forced her jaw to relax. She d like to think he wouldn t know what the insult meant, but
Blane had proved over the fortnight of her stay that he was much more intelligent than he
appeared.
But you think I m hot.
You aren t my type.
It was a lie. Physically speaking, he was attractive, a broad wall of tanned muscle with an
edge that went beyond the black-and-green hair that fell around his face, or the earring in his ear.
No woman in her right mind would call him unattractive. But she wasn t going to be roped in.
She d spent the entire trip avoiding him and his advances. It was too late to fail now.
Christiana stepped around him.
Blane caught her arm and pulled her back to look at him. And what s your type,
Princess?
She groaned. The way he insisted on calling her that, always with that tone that implied
he thought she was a snob, was beginning to wear on her nerves. Someone with taste and self
respect.
Ouch. That hurt. He grabbed his chest and chuckled. I m not stuck up enough for you?
Don t flatter yourself. I m willing to do you a favor. I offered to fuck you, not become your
compagno.
When you re my age, you don t waste time on fratello who are looking for a quick fuck.
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It s never that uncomplicated.
You re not exactly my type either.
That actually did sting. Only because Christiana knew it was true; Blane had made that
much apparent. Still, she said, Enlighten me.
You ve got a stick up your ass.
Because I don t drop down on my knees and worship the ground you walk on?
Because you won t admit that you re attracted to me. He leaned forward. Or that
you re into women.
A lump grew in Christiana s throat. She struggled to speak around it. Blane was too
smart. Not this again. You ve lost your mind.
I saw you working with Elena. You were checking her out. But don t worry. I won t say
anything.
She opened her mouth to argue, but couldn t tell Blane about her theory. The succubus s
gifts were carefully controlled by the Council because of the danger they posed. Their bite was
easily addictive because of the heights of pleasure they brought, which made them a liability. If
he or the others knew she suspected Elena, they might hide her.
Or worse.
You re even more deluded than I thought. Just stay away from me until I leave. She
started past him again. After tonight, you ll never see me again.
He didn t stop her this time. Blane stayed behind and let her walk right out of the club,
just like she d asked.
So why did a part of her want him to stop her so badly?
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Chapter Five
Blane stuffed his socks into the end of the duffel bag. There s a shipment of
phosphorous rounds and silvers coming into the docks Thursday night. Just make sure they come
here. Put them in the basement, and I ll take care of them when I get back. He pulled the zipper
closed. FedEx should drop off a package Friday. Put it on my dresser. He looked up at
Arracado. But don t open it.
The cosca s blood trafficker or, as Jonas liked to put it, red pimp sat on the edge of
Blane s bed in a light gray shirt, dark slacks and coat to match. His short golden hair was pushed
up on top, almost as if he were going for a mohawk. His brow arched high, making the light,
almost clear quality of his light green eyes even more disturbing. Must be something nasty.
Blane laughed. It s an unusual order.
I don t want to know, do I?
Nope. Blane slung the bag onto his shoulder. If the others knew all the strange requests
he had to deal with on a daily basis from the vampires with strange tastes, they d look at
everyone in a very different light. Well, maybe not Arracado.
All right. Arracado walked toward the door. Who are you guarding, anyway?
I must be backup for Michael and Tori. They haven t told me yet.
Gregory usually does this kind of thing, doesn t he?
G s running The Dungeon until we get back. Blane laughed, shutting his bedroom door
behind them. He gets airsick.
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