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Lucy turned away from me, bringing her hands to cover her face. Damn.

I looked past her to Richard. The look on his face was not happy with me. I couldn’t blame him on this one.

I didn’t see Lucy turn, I felt it. I felt the air move as she whirled. Her hand caught me across the face. I had the sensation of falling, but if I hit the ground, I didn’t remember it.

41

I WOKE TO darkness and the smell of clean sheets. I blinked at the strange windows and the spill of moonlight on the floor. I didn’t recognize the room. Once I realized I wasn’t anywhere I’d ever been, tension filled me like water. I heard someone behind me, and that raised the tension another notch. I tried to lie still, but I knew my breathing had changed. If they were human, they might not have noticed, but I just didn’t know that many humans right now.

“Anita, it’s Damian.”

I rolled over onto my right side, and it hurt. My right arm was bandaged from my palm to about the middle of my forearm. It didn’t hurt that much, but I couldn’t remember how I’d injured it. The vampire was sitting in a chair by the door. His long, red hair looked a strange pale brown in the dark. He was wearing the vest and pants of a very nice, probably tailored, business suit. It might have been black or navy or even dark brown. His skin glowed pale against the darkness of the cloth.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“You’re the only one wearing a watch,” he said.

I raised my left hand in front of my face and hit the little button that made it glow. The glow seemed brighter than it should have because of the darkness. “God, it’s after eleven. I’ve been out for hours.” I lay back on the bed. “Did it occur to anyone to take me to a hospital?”

“The sun’s only been down for a little over two hours, Anita. I don’t know what choices were made. When Asher and I woke, we were in the basement here. We fed, then I took Richard’s place here by your bed.”

“Where is Richard?”

“I think he’s at their lupanar, but I’m not certain.”

I glanced at him. He seemed somehow distant. “You didn’t ask any questions?”

“I was told to stay here and guard your rest. What more did I need to know?”

“You aren’t a slave, Damian. You’re allowed to ask questions.”

“I got to sit here in the dark and watch you sleep. What more could your pet vampire ask?” That last had a bitter edge to it.

I sat up slowly because I still felt wobbly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I tried to prop my back against the heavy wooden headboard but needed more pillows under me. I tried to push them under me with my right hand, and it hurt. It was a nice, sharp ache.

“I remember Lucy hitting me, but what happened to my arm?”

Damian put one knee on the bed and helped prop the pillows under my back. He even found an extra one for me to lay my right arm on. “Richard said Lucy tried to pull your arm off.”

That bit of knowledge left me cold and scared. “Jesus, a woman scorned.”

“Pillows better?” he asked.

“Yeah, thanks.”

He got to his feet and started to move back to the chair.

I said, “Don’t.” I held my left hand out to him.

He took my hand. His skin was warm to the touch. There was a light dew of sweat on his palm. Vampires can sweat, but they don’t do it often. I squeezed his hand, staring up into his face. The moonlight was strong, so I could see his face. His skin was pale, almost luminous. Those brilliant green eyes were just liquid darkness by moonlight. I drew him to sit beside me.

“You’ve fed tonight or your skin would be cold, so why the sweat?”

He drew his hand out of mine, turning his face away. “You don’t want to know.”

“Yeah, I do.” I touched his chin with my fingertips, turning his face back to me. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t you have enough to worry about without bothering with me?”

“Tell me what’s wrong, Damian. I mean it.”

He let out a long, shaking breath. “There; you’ve done it. A direct order.”

“Tell me,” I said.

“I was happy to sit here in the dark and watch you sleep. I think if Richard had known just how happy, he