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Corbin's thoughts floated over to her, and she knew, felt, that he wasn't soulless. Humanity beat just as bright and strong in him as it did in her.
She grinned at him."Takes one to know one. If I'm weird, you're even weirder."
"You can hear my thoughts?"
"That was the first time," she assured him, since he looked so horrified.
"I could kill you," he said.
"But you won't."
"I could drain you of your lifeblood and fill you with mine, making you avampiress ."
"But you won't."
He paused. "I'll take you back. You shouldn't be seen with me."
Brittanylooked around the rooftop. It wasn't like the joint was hopping up there. "Who shouldn't see us?"
"Any of them.I am banished."
Ooohh .Brittanysat back down, pulling the snap of her jeans out of her gut. "Now this sounds good. Tell me all about it, Corbin Jean Michel Atelier. What did you do to put yourself in the vampire doghouse?"
She wanted to know so she could help him, of course. And she would not kiss away that tiny frown line between his eyes.
"You most certainly will not!" he roared. "Then for sure we will both be killed."
"You're already dead," she pointed out.
"Real dead.No more on this earth dead. And while I'm many things, suicidal is not one of them."
"That's a relief." She patted her lap. "Come sit down and tell AuntieBrittany all about it."
His eyebrows shot up. He didn't look like he thought she was cute, which was kind of a disappointment.
Men usually found her fairly attractive.Brittany felt her lower lip jutting out. She didn't mean to do it. It was just a reflex. Because nine times out of ten it got her what she wanted with Alex.
But not with Corbin.
He shook his head.And stepped off the edge of the roof.
Brittanyscreamed in reflex. Then remembered he wouldn't get hurt. He would just wing away or whatever he did to fly.
But then she remembered something else. "Corbin! You can't just leave me here! I'm stuck on the roof!"
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Alexis sat on Ethan's burgundy leather sofa, listening to the running water of his shower, and tried to get a grip.
Okay, so he was a vampire. So what?
Everyone had their little quirks. God knew she wasn't perfect, and really, was vampirism an imperfection, or more just like having brown hair versus black? There was no reason to flip her wig like some squealer bimbo and run out of there screaming.
Needing blood was like needing an asthma inhaler.Sort of.In a more gruesome, demonic, unnatural way.
But hey, she was no wimp. She'd had defendants threaten her with physical harm. She'd had defendants'
mothers fling their three-hundred-pound bodies at her after a conviction verdict was read.Vampires? She was cool with it.
AlexisBaldizzi was stuck in a pixie's body, but she didn't have to act like awuss .
So she propped her bare feet on the couch and jammed a plaid throw pillow behind her back. She liked plaid. It was the antithesis of the scarlet bordello-like atmosphere she'd grown up in. While every other kid on the block had a mother in seventies' plaid pantsuits, her mother had been wearing short shorts, bikini tops, and high heels.
Thoughts of her mother disintegrated when Ethan walked back into the room, his blond hair dripping wet, wearing jeans and a button-up shirt that wasn't buttoned. Damn it. The last time she'd seen his chest, it had been covered with blood from a gaping chest wound, which had been a little distracting. Now he had nothing but clean, smooth skin, no evidence that a bullet had ever entered his chest.
And without the wholeno pulse, rivers of blood thing to distract her, she couldn't help but notice he was pretty damn hot.A little pale, but hot.
"Feeling better?" she asked, crossing her legs out of a survival instinct. If she could erect a sign below the waist of her evening gown, she would, //smckeep out.do not enter, no trespassing.
VAMPIRES NOT ADMITTED.
Because he had that
Corbin's thoughts floated over to her, and she knew, felt, that he wasn't soulless. Humanity beat just as bright and strong in him as it did in her.
She grinned at him."Takes one to know one. If I'm weird, you're even weirder."
"You can hear my thoughts?"
"That was the first time," she assured him, since he looked so horrified.
"I could kill you," he said.
"But you won't."
"I could drain you of your lifeblood and fill you with mine, making you avampiress ."
"But you won't."
He paused. "I'll take you back. You shouldn't be seen with me."
Brittanylooked around the rooftop. It wasn't like the joint was hopping up there. "Who shouldn't see us?"
"Any of them.I am banished."
Ooohh .Brittanysat back down, pulling the snap of her jeans out of her gut. "Now this sounds good. Tell me all about it, Corbin Jean Michel Atelier. What did you do to put yourself in the vampire doghouse?"
She wanted to know so she could help him, of course. And she would not kiss away that tiny frown line between his eyes.
"You most certainly will not!" he roared. "Then for sure we will both be killed."
"You're already dead," she pointed out.
"Real dead.No more on this earth dead. And while I'm many things, suicidal is not one of them."
"That's a relief." She patted her lap. "Come sit down and tell AuntieBrittany all about it."
His eyebrows shot up. He didn't look like he thought she was cute, which was kind of a disappointment.
Men usually found her fairly attractive.Brittany felt her lower lip jutting out. She didn't mean to do it. It was just a reflex. Because nine times out of ten it got her what she wanted with Alex.
But not with Corbin.
He shook his head.And stepped off the edge of the roof.
Brittanyscreamed in reflex. Then remembered he wouldn't get hurt. He would just wing away or whatever he did to fly.
But then she remembered something else. "Corbin! You can't just leave me here! I'm stuck on the roof!"
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Alexis sat on Ethan's burgundy leather sofa, listening to the running water of his shower, and tried to get a grip.
Okay, so he was a vampire. So what?
Everyone had their little quirks. God knew she wasn't perfect, and really, was vampirism an imperfection, or more just like having brown hair versus black? There was no reason to flip her wig like some squealer bimbo and run out of there screaming.
Needing blood was like needing an asthma inhaler.Sort of.In a more gruesome, demonic, unnatural way.
But hey, she was no wimp. She'd had defendants threaten her with physical harm. She'd had defendants'
mothers fling their three-hundred-pound bodies at her after a conviction verdict was read.Vampires? She was cool with it.
AlexisBaldizzi was stuck in a pixie's body, but she didn't have to act like awuss .
So she propped her bare feet on the couch and jammed a plaid throw pillow behind her back. She liked plaid. It was the antithesis of the scarlet bordello-like atmosphere she'd grown up in. While every other kid on the block had a mother in seventies' plaid pantsuits, her mother had been wearing short shorts, bikini tops, and high heels.
Thoughts of her mother disintegrated when Ethan walked back into the room, his blond hair dripping wet, wearing jeans and a button-up shirt that wasn't buttoned. Damn it. The last time she'd seen his chest, it had been covered with blood from a gaping chest wound, which had been a little distracting. Now he had nothing but clean, smooth skin, no evidence that a bullet had ever entered his chest.
And without the wholeno pulse, rivers of blood thing to distract her, she couldn't help but notice he was pretty damn hot.A little pale, but hot.
"Feeling better?" she asked, crossing her legs out of a survival instinct. If she could erect a sign below the waist of her evening gown, she would, //smckeep out.do not enter, no trespassing.
VAMPIRES NOT ADMITTED.
Because he had that
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