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bared, ready to kill. But he didn’t want to kill her, not
yet. There were so many games he could play with a witch. So much
more he could take from her than a regular human.
    A low hum of power radiated from her
flesh into his hand, warm and comforting.
    Maybe he would turn her, make her a
vampire? He had never done that certain trick, not in all the years
since his mistress had made him; her crazed eyes and silky high
voice still haunted him three hundred years later.
    Had he been alone long enough? Could
this spitfire of a witch be diversion enough for another few
millennia?
    For now he would just show
her his fangs, show her how defenseless she was against him, and
wipe the glower off her exquisite face. Fear me, you foolish human. Give me what I want!
    There was a searing pain in
his chest, and the scent of burnt flesh— his
flesh!
    He lurched back away from the witch,
beat out the flames that engulfed his shirt and left his chest and
face burned. He looked up and saw the witch’s hand was on fire,
like a torch, and her dark eyes blazed with golden
power.
    “ That was...hot,” Luca said
right before he jumped back again. Another fireball scorched the
ground at his feet. “But are you just a one-trick pony?”
    The witch’s eyebrows bunched and she
bared her teeth. “Did you just call me a horse?”
    Luca grinned. He’d pissed her
off.
    He heard the nearly
undetectable sound of something large falling through the air. He
bolted to the side just as a monolithic granite angel crashed to
the ground, shattering into rubble the size of human heads. He
looked across the street and saw a huge old church. Resourceful, this one—to pluck such a thing from
its perch and brandish it with such accuracy.
    Maybe he’d get more than just a good
fight and a mouthwatering meal out of this one.
    “ You win, witch. I give up.”
Luca held up his hands, turned and walked slowly away, listening to
the witch’s even breaths, but failed to hear her heart. He touched
the tender flesh of his chest that she had burned. The pain was
comforting; a taste of what was to come.
    A scent caught his
attention—and the undivided attention of his beast. There was
blood, still wet, no more than a drop, under his fingernail. I must have scratched her neck.
    But then that scent kicked in, and his
beast rose up, roaring with wanton hunger.
    It was the blood that had drawn and
beckoned him to this city; the blood that had kept his beast here,
even when it wanted nothing more than to leave.
    It was the witch…she was what he’d been
looking for all along.
    He took his finger into his mouth and
licked and sucked the nectar from it. And though the beast inside
him went crazy at the taste, something deep inside him sparked,
just for a moment, an entity Luca didn’t know how to
describe.
    Something that brought joy, and
terrible pain, with it. Something impossible.
    But that flicker of flame vanished as
quickly as it had come.
    Next time , he told his beast, ducking down a dark alley. Next time more than just a taste!
     

Chapter 3
    Min stood still as stone,
the flesh of her palm still burning—the fireballs always gave pain
along with their protection. She watched as the vampire swaggered
down the street and disappeared into the night. Bastard!
    She’d needed the adrenaline rush. After
hours holed up in the shop, rummaging through those old texts, she
had one hell of a headache, tired eyes and a crick in her neck. The
close call with the gorgeous yet deadly vampire had washed away all
her aches and pains.
    She cringed just at the
thought of what she’d done. As soon as she’d seen the vampire she
should have taken the blonde and herself back into the shop and
bolted the door. Not that that would’ve stopped him, but to go toe
to toe with the creature on the open street had been sheer
stupidity. What the hell was I
thinking?
    Truth-be-told she should have just let
the vampire have the girl. It hadn’t been any of her business—she’d
been