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in his apartment. I’d hoped the
first time would be under different circumstances.”
    “So he got into a fight? Are you going to
elaborate or is it a secret?”
    I moved over to the dresser. “The fight was
with vampires.” A white t-shirt lay on top. I grabbed it, then
spotted blue shorts and pulled them from the drawer.
    “And? What does that mean?”
    I walked back toward the living room from
the bedroom. Jack’s style was simple and classic, I noticed as I
moved through the apartment—I liked it. Tan sofa, cherry coffee
table, TV, and end tables. Not too modern or flashy. Jennifer
followed me like an annoying little dog, yapping at my heels.
    “A vampire bit him, okay?” I lowered my
voice, as if someone might hear.
    “That’s bad?” She frowned as I locked the
door behind us, then moved across to our door.
    We walked through. Jennifer had left it
open. She felt safe since we were the only ones living in the
building. I knew after being chased by crazed ex-clients that we
weren’t safe. I’d almost been killed a few weeks ago, all because
one of them decided he loved me and the other one thought I’d
stolen her man. My nerves were still on edge. Not to mention the
little vampire incident today.
    As I made my way across the threshold, I
stopped in my tracks. Jennifer smashed into the back of me. A woman
with silky black hair that reached to her waist stood in front of
the hall entrance with her back to us. She spun around to face us
and propped her hands on her hips. She glared, then with her long
legs closed the distance between us in two steps—her fluid movement
was almost a glide. With every step, her leather pants swooshed.
She looked like a cat burglar, not to mention moved like one.
    “Well, well, well. What have we here?”
    I couldn’t place her accent. Italian,
maybe?
    “Who the hell are you?” Jennifer
demanded.
    “Your worst nightmare, Goldilocks. Who the
hell are you?”
    “Jennifer Matthews, and you’re in my
apartment!”
    She reached out and ran her red-tipped
finger over Jennifer’s cheek. “Humans. Aren’t they cute?” She
looked at me. Her dark eyes were rimmed with the thickest lashes
I’d ever seen.
    I let out a low growl. I hadn’t meant to, it
just kind of slipped out. She stared. Her eyes seemed to turn
darker, then she chuckled.
    “Do you plan on telling me who you are and
why you’re in my apartment?” I met her gaze. If she wanted a
staring contest, I’d give her one. I’d come out a winner. My
brother could attest to that. He always challenged me growing up,
and I’d always won.
    “I’m Isabella Blackthorne.” She smiled,
exposing her gleaming white fangs.
    “Well, Isabella,” I said snarkily. “What is
it you want? Before I kick you out on your ass?”
    Her eyes narrowed. She snorted and didn’t
move her gaze from mine. She reached into her pocket and pulled out
a piece of paper. “Here.” She shoved it at me.
    As I unfolded the paper, she moved past,
nudging Jennifer’s shoulder with her own. Jennifer stumbled as
Isabella sashayed out the door. I reached out and grabbed
Jennifer’s arm, helping her regain her balance.
    “I should kick her ass,” I said.
    “Hey, tough girl.” Jennifer yanked the paper
from my hand. “She was wearing freakin’ leather. She probably
belongs to some kind of gang. You, on the other hand, are wearing
linen pants. Do you see the difference? It doesn’t exactly scream
‘badass’, you know?”
    “But I’m a werewolf.” I frowned.
    “Yeah, so you’ve told me a few thousand
times. Doesn’t matter. Linen, leather.” She wrapped her hands
together. “They don’t mesh.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.”
    Jennifer unfolded the paper and I stepped
closer to take a look. The note read: Mr. Jack Chandler.
Tomorrow , t wo p.m. Be here and bring the
human . Included was a map of the French Market, a district with
tons of unique shops, restaurants, a farmers ’ market, and flea
market.
    “Why would they want you