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, exactly?
    As if sensing her emotional withdrawal, his fingers entwined with hers. He stood and drew her to her feet. “Dance with me.”
    It wasn’t a question, but she played along, concealing her desperate urgency to find the Ancient One. Her senses burned. She just knew Sean was within her grasp. And another opportunity to meet him may not eventuate soon enough.
    The DJ ended his techno-music mix as she followed Ronan onto the floor. She saw him cast the DJ a look, who returned a nod. Then Ronan swept her fluidly into his arms, a slow melody piercing the air.
    So he’d requested the song—so what? Right now she didn’t give a damn. Not with his body molded against hers, his large hands cradling her curves like he’d never let her go…like he owned her.
    She’d never allowed this kind of liberty with any other man before, indeed, he’d have been inert on the floor had he even tried some of Ronan’s moves. But she wanted this man… Ronan , to touch her. She couldn’t quite explain why, except that he was unlike most men. Strong. Brilliant. Tantalizing. He enthralled her.
    She looked up, scorched by the molten heat in his silver-gray eyes. “So—” her husky voice cracked “—this is the underworld crowd?”
    He nodded. “Some of them, yes.”
    Some? She sucked in a breath, so very aroused and frustrated all in one. Ronan was telling the truth, she’d have sensed Sean’s presence if he was here.
    Shame Ronan was only human. Though he may well be connected to the secretive vampire network, he couldn’t possibly know they were nightwalkers—know Sean—could he?
    Only one way to find out .
    She stood on tiptoe, carefully looking away from his throat as she spoke into his ear, “Is Sean Maximillus a regular here?”
    He smiled when she sank back onto her heels, his teeth dazzling white beneath the slow movement of the strobe light. “Occasionally.”
    Oh, my! She stumbled, but his arms held her steady as she breathed, “Really?”
    “Yes. He used to cause quite a stir. But now, pretty much everyone knows better, and leaves him alone.”
    With Ronan’s body slotted so intimately against hers, Kia had the insane impression they’d barely scratched the surface of what could be physically shared. She squirmed. Last night their sex had been mind blowing. The best she’d ever had. By far.
    She held his gaze. “So you’ve met him?”
    The song reached its crescendo, and with an expert flourish, he twirled her once and dropped her backward, a wicked glint in his eyes as he kept her there, arched over his arm. His gaze raked her partly exposed breasts. “Many times.”
    She quivered. Her nipples pushed against the flimsy silk of her dress, her sheer lace thong damp with arousal. Her body demanded one thing, her mind another.
    She’d always enjoyed sex. It was integral to her genetic makeup to seek out a lover who could satisfy her needs—in more ways than one. Just recently, it had also helped to alleviate pent-up frustration from her mission.
    He tugged her upright and then stepped behind her, bringing her close. His arms draped possessively across her body and felt all too right. She luxuriated in the oneness, the closeness, as she lolled in his embrace.
    The DJ started up a frenzied beat and topless women—vampires—adorned with feather boas and headdresses, strutted out onto a stage in the far corner. Their eyes glowed red, a stirring of bloodlust, which was reciprocated by the vamps scattered throughout the room.
    For a moment Kia wondered what the humans thought when they saw the vampires’ eyes, then guessed most of the mortals had imbibed too much to notice and were too aroused to care.
    Oh, mercy.
    Her own body responded with an intensity that was incredible. When male vampires swaggered onto the stage wearing nothing but studded leather thongs, she had to close her eyes for a moment and fight her skyrocketing need.
    Ronan’s arousal nudged the small of her back, and he said hoarsely,