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Something like this happens and she faints instead of saving herself? Was she dreaming right now or had she really seen fangs emerge from his mouth?
    She tightened every muscle in her body to try to stop herself from trembling. The room went dead quiet and it felt like there were eyes on her. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter and stayed as still as possible, biting down hard on her lower lip.  Then she realized that this was probably the problem. Her breathing pattern changing had likely tipped them off to the fact that she was awake. Could he smell her fear? She heard rustling.
    “Kyla Spencer. Looks like green-eyed Kyla is, uh, 24. Ooh, nice pink Taser.” another male voice said. He must be digging through her purse. How’d he gotten it? Her purse had still been in her locked locker at work. What on earth?
    “Kyla,” the vampire said. The way he said it made her feel like he was tasting it.  She cringed. She could feel the bed shift as he sat down, “Let’s try this again. Go ahead and get me all the details you can. Call ya later.”
    “Got it, Boss,” a different male voice answered, then added, “Have fun.”
    Fear rushed through her. A door clicked shut.
    “Kyla?” the vampire said, almost sang, softly. She felt a hand in her hair and fingertips gently traced the curve of her ear, sending a shiver up her spine.
    She bit down on her tongue and fought to remain still. The scent of baked goods filled her nostrils.
    “I know you’re awake. Look at me,” he said softly.
    She didn’t move. This was beyond scary! She dreaded the idea of seeing those fangs again. Fainting might not save her again. Would he drain her dry and toss her rumpled empty shell of a body into a dumpster?
    “I’m not angry. You don’t have to be afraid,” he said this like he was talking to a small child, “You didn’t hurt me but you were about to hurt yourself so I had to show you who you were dealing with. Look at me.”
    She remained as still as possible but couldn’t stop trembling. She could feel the bed press down further and pillows were moved out of the way. She opened her eyes to see him hovering over her, caging her in with his arms.  The room’s lights were on now.
    This can’t be really happening to me.
    He drank her in for a moment with those insanely bright blue eyes and she felt vulnerable, almost naked under his inspection. His eyes scanned her face and then fixed on her heaving chest. Her face flushed. She closed her eyes tight.
    He took her under her arms and effortlessly hauled her into a sitting position, leaving her no choice but to face him.
    “Kyla,” he said, with way too much familiarity.
    “Please don’t kill me.” Her chin was trembling.
    “Where did you come from?” he asked, incredulous.
    “Huh?”
    His eyes searched hers. He was shaking his head.
    “What do you mean? Someone grabbed me. I was just minding my own business. I…” she stopped, perplexed by his question. He didn’t look scary right now. His fangs weren’t showing. He was studying her face, looking puzzled. She swallowed hard and for a moment they were both silent. He continued to do what she could only describe as searching her face for something. She was beyond uncomfortable at being scrutinized so closely, like a lab specimen.
    He was beautiful. Kyla would rarely or maybe even never say that about a man. She’d probably only thought it about a handful of famous men in her life and never anyone she’d laid eyes on in person, really, but he was. Handsome, sexy, cute? Alright. But beautiful? He was.  He wasn’t pale or sickly looking like you’d expect a vampire to look. Oh no, he was 21 st century movie star vampire beautiful.   Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, that kind of vampire beautiful .
    But of course he was. She was a voracious reader and had read many vampire books. She had dozens of them on her Kindle and her Goodreads shelf. She’d seen just about every popular vampire movie, too, so knew all about the beauty of