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she killed him when she had the chance.
    What if she hadn’t fallen in love with him when he’d charmed his way into her underwear?
    You should have kept your legs closed.
    “Idiot,” she scolded herself. Whether she resisted him at the time or not wouldn’t have changed anything between Tyroz and herself—she’d felt the slight connection they shared when she’d first met him. It was what drew them together in the first place. And it was the reason she hadn’t been able to kill him when she’d had the chance.
    Grunts and yells drew Alara’s attention to the sounds, and brought her out of her own thoughts. She glanced around quickly before following the noise to the training room she’d been in not long ago.
    Tyroz’s vampires were obviously training hard. The sweat covering their body spoke volumes, along with the scent they gave off.
    When she neared, they noticed her and stopped fighting.
    Alara kept still when they neared and circled her. One stepped close and inhaled deeply.
    “A dhampir? What is a creature like yourself doing in Master Tyroz’s mansion?”
    Alara cocked her head to the side and assessed the vampire—tall, muscular and built to tear limbs apart with his bare hands.
    She would enjoy fighting him.
    “How do you know?”
    “You have a human scent all over you.”
    “So has Master Tyroz gone soft?” another spoke.
    Alara snorted and pushed through the group of males. “I’m in his debt. He isn’t going to pass up on that now, is he?”
    The males laughed. Big Boy spoke while shaking his head, “Very true.”
    Alara smiled when she turned to the others. “How about you show me what kind of men you are?”
    “Babe, we’d only hurt you,” Big Man replied.
    She laughed and set her feet apart. “Honey, I like it rough.”
    The men glanced at each other and advanced, moving with such speed, Alara couldn’t see them and wouldn’t have known where they were going to attack.
    If she hadn’t been a trained assassin.
    She smiled and stepped to the side, avoiding one of the vampires. She grabbed his arm and pulled him around, bringing her knee up at the same time.
    When he grunted, she spun, keeping her hold on the other vampire and lifted her leg up, kicking another vampire in the face and then flipped over the vampire she had hold of. She pulled on his arm hard, spinning him off balance and used her leg to slam him into the floor.
    She ducked and stuck her leg out before reaching behind her and pulling him over her head, and punching him hard.
    She back flipped, kicking the vampire on the floor and the one behind her. She jumped up, wrapped her legs around the vampire’s neck, bent back to grab another vampire and spun to the side, knocking both men over.
    She landed on her feet but stayed at a crouch, balancing herself with the tips of her fingers. Three vampires remained unharmed, including Big Guy, while the others lay on the floor, groaning.
    Smiling, she stood and took a step back.
    “She’s quick on her feet,” Big Guy said.
    “But not quick enough,” the vampire who spoke ran at her. Alara jumped back and lifted her leg up. He blocked her move with his arm and grabbed her leg, pulling her close. He head butted her and slammed her into the floor.
    Alara flipped herself to her feet and back flipped away.
    “Scared?” the vampire asked, advancing.
    Alara wiped away the blood dripping down her chin. “No, just being cautious.” She kicked him in the groin and head butted him hard. “And returning the favour.” Rule one of assassins: when the need called for it, fight dirty.
    She jumped up as he staggered back and kicked him in the face before tackling him to the ground.
    “Get off me, Dhampir!” Blood sprayed from his mouth, drops of it landing on her face.
    Alara unconsciously licked her lips at the tantalising scent of his blood, when her taste buds came alive at the taste.
    Using her distraction to his advantage, the vampire kicked her off him and away.
    She landed on