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He clamped his hand over the woman s mouth as he hauled her into the alley between the shop and an
optometrist s office that had closed for the night. Don t make a fucking sound, or so help me I ll
She bit him.
Reflexively, he released her, then cursed himself for doing it.
She laughed, loud and half-crazy. You ll what?
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The familiarity he d sensed at first sight crawled up his spine, and he forced away the resultant shiver.
Who are you?
What, you don t remember me? She laughed again and grabbed a handful of her black hair. The wig
slipped from her head in a smooth motion, and a riot of red curls, which seemed too voluminous to have
been hidden beneath, tumbled onto her shoulders.
How could I forget? Max stepped forward, backing her up to the damp brick. Though your name
escapes me. Begonia?
She made a face. Dahlia. But I m glad to see I made an impression.
Max groaned as she slid her hand across the front of his jeans and the substantial bulge there. The night
he d gone with Nathan to help Carrie take out Cyrus, he d been thrown on the mercy of this insatiable
vampire. He d never really been attracted to ladies with such generous figures, but he d always said he d
try anything once, especially if it might save his neck.
It had been the best twenty minutes of his life.
Still, that was the past, and Max never looked back. Darlin
Dahlia.
I didn t forget. He extricated himself from her greedy hands. Listen, I d never say that I didn t have a
good time with you, but
But you ve got it bad for Jo Jo the Dog-Faced Girl. She sniffed. I guess there s no accounting for
taste.
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He made a face he hoped conveyed pure disgust. I m not into the flea scene.
Whatever. It s not like I can read your mind. Dahlia arched a dramatically shaped brow. Or can I?
Damn, she was fun. Or would have been, if he wasn t in a hurry to catch up with Bella before she gave
his best friend a fatal case of splinters. What did you tell her?
Five thousand dollars. Dahlia held out her plump hand and wiggled her fingers.
You re shitting me. The first tentacles of hopelessness wound around his ribs.
Negative thinking will get you nowhere, he scolded himself. Come on, baby. You know I don t have
that kind of cash.
She sighed theatrically. That s too bad, then.
Come on, cut me a break. He grinned, slowly leaning into her. I ll make it worth your while.
That s more like it. She crooked her pinkie finger and led him farther down the alley.
He held up his hands. Whoa, I was thinking more like a hotel or something. At least, let me take you
back to the car like a real gentleman.
She shoved him against the wall so hard he thought the bricks would shatter.
What the fuck
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Shut up, she hissed, grabbing a handful of his hair and forcing his head back with a resounding thud.
You think I would tell you shit? Just for a little touch?
Hey, I thought you were just that kind of girl, he snarled. You sold out your ex pretty fast once I
slipped it to you.
Keep up the hard-ass comments. Her voice invaded his head like a bolt of lightning, and he almost
shouted at the pain. He squinted at her face, but her lips never moved as the voice continued. I m gonna
keep throwing out generic threats, just respond appropriately and listen to me.
Shut the fuck up, bitch, he managed to reply, though his face had gone numb and the insult wasn t up
to par. His head felt as if it was going to split apart. It had been a long time since he d communicated
through a blood tie, but he remembered what it felt like, and it sure wasn t this. He tried to respond to
her, focusing his thoughts through the haze of pain reverberating in his skull. What are you doing to me?
Simple mind invasion. Bella didn t go far. She d hear every damn word we d say. This is the only way to
communicate without her listening.
Dahlia kneed him in the groin and he doubled over with a groan.
We need to make it look like we re fighting, so she doesn t get suspicious. But that was for forgetting
my name.
Fuck you, he wheezed out loud. How did she know where to find you? And what did she want?
I don t know. Maybe she looked up all area vampires who aren t aligned with your stupid club. I m sure
you all keep a record somewhere. Dahlia didn t roll her eyes, but Max imagined it to go along with her
tone. She wanted to know where your bookstore friend went. I don t have a clue. I told her to try the
cemeteries, but I suggest you follow her because I might not have been far off.
Dahlia leaned her face dangerously close to his and transformed into a snarling, angry vampire. It might
have intimidated him if she wasn t idly stroking the hair at the back of his neck with her fingernails.
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Listen up, bitch. You tell me what s going on or I ll slit your throat from ear to ear. He pushed his hand
into her coat and found the buttons of her blouse, deftly popping a few to reach inside.
She shifted her face back and leaned in to trace his ear with her tongue. God, how great she d been with
that wicked tongue. I d like to see you try, once I rip your fat head right off your shoulders.
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