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easier target.
    The audience began to file out and another male entered from below her, joining the small group.
    Varya hid now, barely peeking over the curved wall.
    The blond spiky-haired newcomer would easily spot her. The strongest glamour couldn’t hide her from his eyes. She sneered and bared her small sharp canines at him even though he couldn’t see the threat and didn’t seem to have even noticed her.
    Cobalt blue surrounded him, tinged with gold in places. That aura frightened her more than the black one of his companion.
    The female in the group had an aura bathed in shades of red, pink and gold. She looked like a sunset, a beautiful sight, as did the man holding her with her back against his chest. Love. The man who looked similar to the one who had seen her had the same colours in his aura. He smiled as he spoke to the couple, radiating warmth and affection. The white-haired male who now prowled the theatre away from the others had the aura of a beast, all shades of green and icy blue. He was old, ancient, and her fae magic wouldn’t work on him.
    The one who had seen her…
    Varya leaned her forearms along the top of the wall, settled her chin on them and stared down at him.
    The cold edge to his aura at times, tinting it purple in places, was bad enough, a sign of an empty heart. That didn’t bother her kind. Love was an emotion that she couldn’t experience. It was the shimmering dark shades that clung to him like black smoke that warned her away. Forbidden. When she had looked at him, and he at her, those curling ribbons of darkness hadn’t changed to show signs of passion or desire, but his eyes had revealed such carnal hungers. Why couldn’t she read it in his aura? Was that why shadowed males were dangerous? Did his aura hide his true emotions?
    She had never seen such a man before tonight.
    Curiosity kept her gaze fixed on him, had her remaining even though hunger gnawed at her insides, pushing her to feed.
    She didn’t want to leave.
    She wanted to know why he was so dangerous that he was forbidden.
    She wanted a taste of that fruit.
    He said something to the man who was similar to him. A brother? The two seemed close and the other male showed signs of affection in his aura whenever he spoke to her vampire.
    Her vampire?
    He was just a target.
    A host.
    She would have her taste and then she would leave this place and never return.
    The group below broke apart. The female remained with the male who was clearly her lover, a pale-eyed man with dark hair who seemed close to the white-haired dangerous one. They crossed the theatre to the other side and he held the door for her. The beast stalked away in the opposite direction, heading back out of the door he had entered through. Her vampire and the one she had decided was his brother split up and combed the stalls before disappearing through the rear exits.
    The blond vampire remained standing below her long after everyone had left the theatre.
    He raked long fingers over the spikes of his hair and then let his hand fall to his side. His head snapped up and he smiled straight at her, his dark eyes flashing with sparks of blue and gold.
    Varya gasped and disappeared.
    Her panic cost her. She ended up in an unfamiliar area of the theatre and had lost her quarry in the process. 
    “Bastard,” she muttered. It was just like his kind to take pleasure from scaring hers. She fumbled around in the small dark room.
    It smelled like a store cupboard. The sharp tang of cleaning products stung her delicate nose and she grimaced at the tacky feel of the bottles beneath her questing fingers. A cool flat panel brought hope of escape and her heart lifted. She shifted her hands downwards, searching for the knob. Her fingers closed around the cold metal and she twisted it and pushed the door open. It banged against something that grunted.
    Varya poked her head around the door, the bright room shimmering in her vision, and then down at what she had hit.
    A nude male.