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shadows, dark patches of inky walls and absolute pitch black. Blinking both eyes open, she struggled to sit up. Her head felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. A quick poke and prod of her forehead with her fingertips told her she’d hit her head on the way down. Surprisingly, that seemed to be all the damage she’d done.
    “Why are the lights off?” she mumbled while her hands flew down the length of her body to check for any other injuries. Her elbow was sore. She assumed she’d banged it on the way down.
    “Because this is a private party.”
    The male voice made warmth pool low in Eve’s belly. Awareness flittered to life in every nerve ending. Dismay crept in. She was not going to be attracted to a man who… who what? Who might not be a man at all?
    He sounded so arrogant, so sure of himself. She straightened her spine and turned her head, trying to pinpoint his location. “That much I was able to see for myself.”
    He made a sound that could either have been a chuckle or a snort of disbelief. Whatever it was, she decided to ignore it.
    “Didn’t anyone ever tell you you’re supposed to lock the door when you’re… you’re…” She waved her hand in the air while searching for the right word. Her nails scraped against something solid.
    Something warm and solid.
    “Fucking.” He was so close his hot breath tickled her cheek. Cream dampened her panties.
    She should have snatched her hand back, she knew, but she couldn’t help herself. Even covered with hair, his skin was soft, deceptively so. Underneath the silky texture, his muscles tensed at her touch. Her fingers roamed upward, feeling every tendon flex as she trailed her hand higher. A moan crept up to her throat as more images assaulted her heightened senses. Being in the dark seemed to have done wonders for her libido, even though every logical thought her brain possessed screamed at her to run… or at least to take careful stock of the situation.
    She would probably have explored every inch of him if he had let her. Thankfully, one of them still had some common sense left.
    He snatched her wrist in a palm that felt much too large. “Why are you here?”
    Eve licked her suddenly dry lips. “I was looking for my friend.”
    “In here? Brad? Is she one of yours?”
    An amused chuckle echoed from the other side of the room. “Does she look like she’s one of mine?”
    “She doesn’t look like she belongs to anyone. And that’s the problem.”
    Eve bristled. “I’m not property, so stop talking about me like I am.” She snatched her wrist out of his grip and rose to her feet.
    The fireworks had stopped blasting their erotic imagery all over the night sky, Eve realized belatedly. How long had she been out?
    Panic crept in, replacing her arousal. Her knees wobbled as she turned a full circle on her high heels. “I appreciate the hospitality, but if you’ll point me to the door, I’ll be on my way.”
    A strong set of arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her down, yanking her breath from her lungs. Before she could regain her balance, she fell backward and landed hard on what could only be a lap. His lap. And she couldn’t explain away the erection pressing against her ass as a cell phone or a lighter. Nor could the fur covering his belly be rationalized away as a fuzzy sweater.
    Despite herself, Eve wiggled her hips, just a little. He rewarded her with a sharp intake of breath in her ear. “You’re not going anywhere until you and I have a little chat.”
    She turned slightly, bumping his nose in the process. Or at least, what she hoped was his nose. It could very well have been his muzzle, or whatever other strange appendage he might have sprouted since she’d passed out.
    Fear snaked through Eve. Was he dangerous? What did these two men -- if that was even the right word -- plan to do with her? Having been around Angelina since fifth grade, fairies and other magical creatures weren’t foreign to her. She knew the world was full