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“I think I want to fly.”
    “Very well,” he said. “I’ll have a ticket waiting for you.” He walked to her side to touch her arm and flashed them into motion without warning. After an instant of stilled time, she was suddenly standing in front of a Vegas hotel and casino, one of the few not secretly owned by The Werewolf Society, and smack in the middle of the valet area, with people around.
    “Why are we here? Aren’t you afraid of being seen popping in and out places?”
    “It’s Saturday at four in the morning in Vegas,” he said. “The people here are either drunk or they think everything is part of a show. And we’re here, my darlin’, because Nico thought you’d be more comfortable meeting him at a non-Society property.”
    Her breath hitched. “Nico?”
    “Nico,” he confirmed and produced a paper sleeve with a plastic key sticking out.
    She hesitated and then took it. Marcus disappeared without another word. Aylia cursed the vampire and closed her hand around the key, then turned to face the hotel. Her purse had been lost long ago. She had no money, no phone, nothing but the key, but there was no way she was going to a hotel room with Nico. Why? Why wasn’t she going to a hotel room with Nico? Her mind was blank a moment before she silently cursed herself for her short memory. He’d kept her necklace, he’d sent her away. He’d blamed her for Andres when she’d wanted to save lives. No. No, she was not going to a hotel room, where she would be blinded by passion.
    Aylia marched forward and didn’t stop until she was inside the hotel at the courtesy phones. She punched in the number written on the paper sleeve. He answered on the second ring.
    “I’m not coming up,” she said before he could speak. “You come down. Meet me in the lobby.”
    “Come upstairs, Aylia,” he said softly, a rough wolfish texture to his tone that sent a shiver down her spine.
    “No, I-”
    “Come upstairs, Aylia,” he repeated more forcefully. “We need to talk and we don’t need an audience.”
    “We won’t just talk.”
    “We’ll do whatever you want us to do.”
    “Talk.”
    “Talk,” he repeated.
    She inhaled and let the breath out. She shouldn’t be considering this, “Just talk.”
    “Come upstairs, Aylia.” He hung up.

Chapter Two
     
    A witch’s passion, a wolf’s brew …
     
    Aylia was standing outside Nico’s hotel room, willing herself to knock, when Nico opened the door and pulled her inside. Suddenly, she was against the wall, and he was pressed against her, his fingers threading through her hair, dragging her mouth to his.
    “Now we talk,” he said, his breath warm on her lips.
    “This isn’t talking,” she panted, telling herself to push him away, but melting into him instead.
    “Foreplay to conversation,” he said, closing his mouth over hers.
    Aylia moaned as his tongue stroked hers, as a year of needing him and missing him tore through her. She couldn’t fight this, didn’t even try. She wrapped her arms around his neck, arching into him, craving the feel of his hard body against hers, remembering the sanctuary he’d always been to her.
    He growled low in his throat, deepening the kiss, the taste of him – spicy, male, erotic - driving her wild.
    His hands slid down her waist, one shoving her skirt up, caressing her backside and then cupping it, pulling her against the hard ridge of his erection.
    She pressed her hands under his shirt, seeking skin, seeking that ultimate connection, the freedom from barriers, the escape from everything that had gone wrong between them, everything that still could. She just needed him.
    He shoved down the bra beneath her shirt and tugged one of her nipples before unhooking the front clasp. Aylia moaned into his mouth as he molded her breasts in his palms.
    “This isn’t why I came here,” she panted, defying her words by touching him, stroking the taut skin and flexing muscle. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it