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nocturnal wiring and newfound sexual
allure. Strangely, I also felt safe here amongst other non-conformists. I’d
always been peculiar and it didn’t stand out at Hades.
    “Franco…” I began.
    “We’ll talk later,”
he whispered.
    I smelled cinnamon
a second later. Cindy was coming back.
    Before she was in
the room good, Franco did something surprising. He wrapped and tied soft
material around my wrist to hide the fact I’d healed so quickly. But why would
he help me?
    When a lukewarm
washcloth was applied to my eyes, he gently rubbed in long strokes from inside
out then in circular motions. Cleansing me of impurities. Nurturing me like a sick child. In fact, he had always handled me that way.
    Never could put my
finger on what made Franco tick. He was entirely too comfortable around
perverts yet he appeared normal, asexual in fact.
    Okay, maybe that
wasn’t normal.      
    To own and run a
successful fetish club, there had to be something dark deep inside him I just
hadn’t seen yet. The fact that he was the only human I hadn’t been able to
captivate made me think he wasn’t human at all. He didn’t smell wild and
beastly the way others did, so I’d ruled out were-animal. And I had disregarded
the rumors that he was a sex demon. Had always thought people were joking. Now
I considered its validity.
    Oh, well. As long
as he let me keep my job, he could be the devil himself and I’d find a way to
deal with it.
    Since supernaturals were wisely cautious these days, I’d probably
never find out anyway. They were too afraid humans would band against them and pass anti-were or anti-goblin or anti-whatever laws. Humans
had already proven themselves to be crafty and highly motivated and they
outnumbered the supernatural community by far. Just look what happened to us.
As powerful as we were, we’d been hunted to near-extinction because humans had
discovered and used our weaknesses against us. Public supernaturals were forced into hiding and closeted ones were forced to remain that way.
    “What happened to
the guy who attacked me?” I asked.
    It was club policy
to call HPD, but I really didn’t want any more trouble, no more attention.
Police reports and investigations were not welcomed to anyone who had secrets.
    “After we beat the
shit out of him, we dumped him on his ass and told him never to come back. I
had to fire Don for taking a hundred bucks and letting him in without a
membership.”
    Franco had
surprised me again, went against his own rules. It could come back to bite him,
especially if I wanted to press charges against my assailant. The assistant
district attorney would ask for the nonexistent police report and wonder why
Franco had let him go. But Franco knew I’d want things handled quietly more
than anything, didn’t he.
    He rubbed the
cloth over my eyes a few more times then removed it.
    I slowly opened my
hazels one at a time.
    His serious dark
brown eyes were focused on mine. His dark hair was gelled back in a long
ponytail with one stray lock over his forehead. A strong dimpled chin and high
cheekbones gave his face a dashingly handsome look. And as usual, an
indescribable tattoo peeped through the top of his leather shirt, giving him a
mysterious, sexy vibe.
    I blinked long,
thick lashes. Yeah, the warm water had worked.
    “Thanks,” I said,
hoping he knew I meant for everything. Just in case, I tried once again to
capture his gaze, lock him in psychically. I’d love to remove the memory of
what he’d discovered about me, even if for just a little while. He just
blinked, totally unaffected.
    Cindy cleared her
throat. My moment with Franco must have looked more intimate than it was. There
was no lust, no hunger toward him whatsoever.
    Franco rose, said
I was to take the rest of the night off and that he’d send Punch to take me
home. Before I could protest, he exited. I was left in silence with Cindy’s
sweet scent. Not good since I still hadn’t fed.
    “Are you a
vampire?” she