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“Look.”
    She turned. In the crowd, a man—a vampire—had slipped a hand up beneath the miniskirt of a pretty human. When the girl sunk against his caress, his tongue slid across her throat before his eyes flashed, fangs glinting. He bit deep and drank, and the girl convulsed with pleasure.
    Kia gasped with need, but fought it off as realization hit like a sledgehammer to her consciousness. Ronan did know about vampires. He knew only too well!
    Suddenly the dancers were in the crowd, weaving across the dance floor as each one found and paired up with an avid human. Arousal filled the air, and soon after, the cloying scent of sex and blood.
    “ Amore ,” Ronan groaned. “We should go.”
    It was past time to leave. Through a tidal wave of desire and hunger, fury writhed within her like a snake uncoiling, an undiluted wrath that had her jerk out of his grasp and spin around to face him.
    It might have been her vampire side causing her eyes to burn and her fangs to protrude on either side of her bottom lip, but it was her human side that saw her raise her hand, her open palm connecting to his cheek with a sharp crack.
    Little could stop a vampire’s bloodlust. But incredibly, all motion froze. The DJ ceased play. And vamps with blood on their lips and lust in their stares, dropped their eyes and bowed their heads.
    At some level, she recognized she’d broken some basic vampire code. Right then she didn’t care. All she saw was Ronan and his lie.
    Anger bubbled within: at his duplicity, at her own idiocy, but mostly at the catastrophic waste of time, which may well affect her mother’s outcome.
    “Why didn’t you tell me you were a vampire?” she hissed.
    With eyes shot red and incisors long, and his voice oddly calm, he said, “There is much you haven’t been told.”
    Anger grew, vibrating through her chest to feed a savage ardor. “ What ?”
    “Not here.” He offered her his hand. “You want to meet the Ancient One. I will take you to him.”
    A murmur rippled through the onlookers. He quelled it with a look, and waited, hand outstretched. “Now or never.”

Chapter Three
    Bloodlust screamed through her body as they left the club. The display of hunger and sex, along with her fury at Ronan’s lies, brought her need to fever pitch, overcoming all logical thought.
    Desire clouded thick and urgent in the air between them as they made their way to the limo, and with a sharp nod, Ronan dismissed the chauffeur to the driver’s seat. He thrust the back door open for Kia, and she clambered inside, anticipation firing her blood.
    She waited, her pulses jumping, her senses razor sharp and fixated on Ronan. The club scene had been foreplay of what was to come, so it was no surprise when Ronan slid across the seat and dragged her into his arms.
    In some distant part of her mind she bitterly accepted Ronan had deceived her, but she was all but lost in the moment, her predatory instincts and savage desire surging to the fore.
    A tinted screen rose between the driver and the backseat. The car rolled forward, but Kia scarcely noticed. Everything centered on Ronan as his lips possessed hers, his tongue thrusting inside her mouth and between her fangs.
    She quivered when the back of his knuckles brushed the delicate skin along her inner thighs, then gasped as he bunched the flimsy lace of her thong between his fingers and, with an effortless motion, wrenched the sheer fabric apart.
    He tugged her dress up over her head and let it fall on the seat behind them. His eyes glowed without restraint as he pressed a splayed hand to her exposed mound, and then deftly massaged her sensitive nub.
    She jerked her mouth from his and heaved a fitful sigh. Her legs fell apart, back arching while hot chills grew and intensified, then moments later crashed like a high-voltage wave to her scalp and toes and back again.
    She released a shuddering breath as the mini-orgasm subsided. “My turn.” Reaching up, she yanked open his jacket