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really only a handful of die-hards guys left since no other bodies
    have shown up.”
    “But the die-hards are the most difficult to handle, aren’t they?”
    “Perhaps,” she replied in a tone that gave Gavin the impression she had
    never had a problem in handling any kind of man. She gave him a sultry
    look. “I find that I like a challenge.”
    “And what is your idea of a challenge?”
    She ran her fingertips across his hand lightly. “You?”
    Gavin lifted a brow. “You think I’m a challenge?”
    Her lower lip protruded just slightly in what might almost be a pout. “You
    certainly have not seemed very interested in me.”
    Gavin let his gaze slide from her mouth down to her cleavage. Her clingy
    tank top exposed a generous portion of her full breasts barely covering her
    nipples. She leaned toward him so he had a better view and gave him a
    smile. “If you are interested, I’ve been told that I’m good—very, very good,
    if you get my meaning.”
    He got it. He’d have to be comatose not to. Morgan was the kind of woman
    that he normally would not have hesitated in taking to his bed, but he felt no
    stirring. Instead, a petite waif with orange-spiked hair came to mind and for
    a brief moment, he wondered how her soft body would feel under him,
    slender thighs wrapped around him as he teased her with slow, lazy
    thrusts—Gavin jerked himself out of that fantasy to find Morgan’s eyes lit
    with pure lust. He realized he must have let his mask slip and desire show.
    It wasn’t like him to do that and he had no intentions of taking her to his
    bed. Still, he knew he had to taste Morgan’s blood to discover the source of
    her darkness. What better time than the present? They were alone in the
    dining room and Chloe was out. Gavin turned his dark eyes on Morgan,
    beginning the mesmerization. “Kiss me.”
    She smiled slightly and sidled up against him, her large breasts pressing
    firmly against his chest. Her mouth opened over his, her tongue greedily
    sucking at his. Gavin fisted a handful of her hair, pulling her head back
    slowly, exposing her neck as he broke the contact. He stared into her eyes
    until the familiar glaze came over them. His mouth drifted down to the
    throbbing vein in her neck and he nipped sharply. She shuddered. He licked
    tiny droplets and then sealed the slight wound.
    Instantly, darkness swirled around him and he was back on the field of
    Camlann. A serpent hissed and the demon rose laughing at Gavin, its red
    eyes shooting sparks that threatened to engulf him in the hellish nightmare
    he thought had been over. He heard men scream and Arthur loomed in front
    of him, clutching the sword that had skewered his body, his grey eyes wide
    with shock. And, to Gavin’s horror, the nightmare became worse, for it was
    he who was holding the hilt of that sword.
    Trembling, he used preternatural strength to break the spell and stared at
    the woman who still looked enthralled. Who in the hell was Morgan and how
    did she have knowledge of the demon who’d killed Arthur?

Chapter Ten
    “A late breakfast/brunch is available in the dining room,” Benton said as he
    opened the door for Chloe and took her light jacket.
    “Thanks,” she said, realizing that her stomach was rumbling. She’d grabbed
    a granola bar earlier when she went to see Jake’s widow, Rita, and help her
    pick a tombstone. It had not been an easy task, but thankfully the kids had
    been at school.
    What had been even more discouraging was not having any news to share
    regarding Jake’s killer. Captain Johnson was not quite ready to admit
    publicly that a dragon was the culprit, but both Jake and the prostitute had
    been mauled in the same manner. According to Gavin, there had been no
    new leads coming in either.
    She heard Morgan’s low, throaty laugh as she headed toward the dining
    room. Why that woman was still here she didn’t know. Only two or three
    reporters still lingered in their cars on the street and none of