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real interruption. Gushing water and the damage created by the deluge was bound to suspend the nightclub's nefarious activities for quite a while.
    Wilhelmina crept over to the door and checked to make sure no one was coming because of the smell. The smoke had become thick enough for humans to smell, never mind someone with preternatural senses. But from what she could see from her limited angle, everyone was still busy drinking and dancing and socializing.
    A loud pop drew her attention back to the fire. She hurried to the metal barrel. Flames rose high above the top of the drum, but it was still well-contained. Thankfully. She wanted the nightclub closed; she didn't want it burned to the ground. Nadine had told her that Sebastian, his brother and his brother's wife lived above the club. Her intent wasn't to hurt them.
    She could feel the heat of the burning cardboard now, and the smoke had lessened. All she had to do was wait.
    She didn't have to wait long. Within a few seconds, the sprinkler over the barrel began to spray an umbrella of water.
    Joyful laughter bubbled up inside of her. This time, she'd done it. She'd saved the mortals at the club. They wouldn't experience the brutal bloodlust of a vampire. Not tonight.
    She listened, expecting to hear the squeals of the patrons as water poured down on them. The abrupt silence of the dance music. The pounding of hundreds of feet racing for the exit, but she heard none of that.
    Instead she heard a sharp, irritated voice demand, "What the hell is going on?"
    Wilhelmina spun around, her high heels slipping in the water that had begun to pool around her feet. Before she could catch herself, she fell flat onto her bottom in the puddle, the sprinkler showering cold water down over her.
    Sebastian stared at the soaked woman seated in a growing pool of water. Not exactly how he'd imagined a woman falling at his feet tonight. And frankly, he wasn't too thrilled to be pulled away from the women he had been expecting to fall at his feet. But when he'd gone to the bar to order another round of drinks, he'd smelled smoke. He'd followed the scent to this-odd scene. His new waitress on the floor, drenched, near a smoldering recycling barrel.
    "What the hell happened here?"
    The vampiress-Wilhelmina-braced her hands on the floor and started to lever herself up. Sebastian reached forward to help her, but she jerked her arm out of his hold. The movement caused her feet to slip out from under her again, and she returned to the puddle with a loud plop.
    "Are you all right?" he asked, crouching down so he was at eye level with her.
    She peered at him through water-splattered glasses and a tangle of wet, black hair that had escaped her interesting hairstyle. The two knots on the top of her head, which had looked a bit like horns, now drooped and looked more like floppy dog ears.
    Sebastian would have smiled at the image she created, if he hadn't let his gaze drop from her bedraggled hair to her body. The silky brocade of her uniform adhered to her figure, revealing every slope and curve. The hemline, already short by his own design, clung to the tops of her pale thighs, perilously close to revealing far more.
    "Here, let me help you up," he insisted more gruffly than he'd intended. He stepped into the spray, water saturating his shirt, but he managed to capture her elbow. This time, she allowed him to help her. She slipped once as she tried to get her footing. Finally she managed to stand.
    The new position didn't help as much as he hoped it would. The silk-like fabric still remained plastered to her skin, perfectly displaying the roundness of her breasts, peaked with pointy, taut nipples. The hemline clung and created a V at the junction of her legs.
    He stared at the alluring sight until the erection in his pants pulsed, far more sobering than the cold water still splattering down on him. He immediately released his hold on her arm.
    This was crazy. They were both standing in a rapidly growing