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“Excuse
me?” he said hoarsely. He looked down at the gray-haired lady next
to him.
    “Your breathing is all funny,” she
said. “Are you claustrophobic?”
    Others were looking at him now.
Becoming the center of attention was never a good thing for a
vampire. Zack had drilled that into him. Seaveth was even more of a
sergeant about it now vampires were assimilating into human
society. He swallowed. “I’m fine,” he said.
    But he wasn’t. He looked at Mia. She
was still watching. She knew it was him. There was no way to deny
it. No escape. No bluff he could use to fool her. The knowledge
gleamed in her eyes.
    “Give him room, please,” she said.
“Everyone, stand back a bit.” She stepped closer, taking
charge.
    They all shuffled back and squeezed
closer together, clearing eighteen inches. Mia pushed between them
and stepped into the space. “Take a deep breath,” she told him, her
voice low.
    He couldn’t tear his gaze from her
face. The tears in her eyes pooled and one fell down her cheek.
Just one. But she didn’t wipe it, or show any sign of emotion.
Cool, calm, controlled. “We’re nearly there,” she added, speaking
for the others in the car, maintaining the illusion of a
claustrophobe in full panic mode. She knew as well as he did it was
nothing of the sort.
    As the doors opened, the others stood
back, letting them exit first. She grabbed his lapels and hauled
him from the car. He let her, for he stood a foot higher than her
and outweighed her by nearly a hundred pounds. But her scent was
wreathing his head and making his senses reel. Something with
vanilla and…grapefruit? He could feel his incisors trying to
descend and his mouth filling with vampire saliva to deaden her
flesh so she wouldn’t feel the first piercing of his teeth. His
cock was pounding with the agonizing need to slam her up against
the marbled walls of the foyer and fuck her senseless.
    He was almost hyperventilating with the
dilemma.
    Her hand rested on his chest. God, he
could feel her heat through her hand. He swallowed.
    “You’re supposed to be dead,” she
whispered. No hello. No attempt to confirm who he was. She was that
sure of him despite ten years.
    He couldn’t afford to answer her, to
even start the conversation. Instead, he stared at her, soaking up
details. She had been eighteen when he left and even at that age,
infinitely dangerous to his pulse. Now she was a mature woman and
beyond dangerous. He could feel it in his heart, his mind, his
cock. His whole body was responding to her like a nuclear magnet.
She wore her dark hair down to her shoulder blades but styled in
some mysterious fashion that just brushed over one eye and framed
her high cheekbones and pointed chin. Her black eyes, still
gleaming with tears and with their arched strong brows, were
staring at him, giving him no quarter. They never had. Her
lips…full, the top one like a cupid’s bow. He had dreamed about
kissing those lips and woken sweating in his lonely bed all those
years ago when he could sweat. Those lips still looked
sweet, the teeth behind them white and beckoning.
    Mia was wearing a dress. He had no way
to describe it, except to say it wrapped her in roses and made the
most of her figure. She had a figure. Even at eighteen she’d had a
figure. He had lusted after it. In ten years, it had changed very
little. Her breasts had not sagged. Her hips had not spread. Her
waist was still as tiny as ever. It was that tiny waist he had
grabbed as he had bent her over the counter….
    He realized his heart was thundering in
his ears. With her hand on his chest, she must surely feel it
too.
    She was frowning, staring at him. “You
haven’t changed,” she said. “Not at all. ” She stepped back,
her hand falling away.
    Alexander realized she had seen, then,
he had not aged. This was one of the reasons that Zachariah and
Diego had insisted he move to New York once Zack had made him.
    Mia took another step backward and he
could see her