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    I eyed the bed longingly before checking the dressing on my chest. It still burned like holy hell but at least it had started to heal. I didn’t have the super-fast healing abilities of vampires or many of the other supernatural species, but hunters did heal faster than humans. It was something to do with our genetic makeup. It wasn’t a bad trait to have, but I could think of better.
    After I’d finished re-taping my chest, I threw on one of only two sexy dresses that I owned. It was a figure-hugging number in deep scarlet—definitely not a blend-into-the-background kind of dress. It had a high neckline and long sleeves, but it clung to my curves like a lover’s caress, and the hem was about an inch short of being obscene. After sliding my feet into a pair of killer heels, I put my trusty stake in my purse then headed down to the old warehouse district on Colorado and Third. I stopped briefly to hide my motel key in a plant pot outside the motel door. Losing a key one time too many during a fight with bloodsuckers had taught me never to take the thing with me, and letting the motel receptionist see my bruised or bloody body after I’d been in a fight with supes was not an option. Anonymity was tantamount in my profession—the less humans knew about what I’d been up to, the better.
    I hated that I needed to wear the dress at all, feeling far more comfortable in my leathers or a pair of jeans. However, in those clothes I’d stand out like a sore thumb in the bars I was going to. Sometimes, showing a little leg worked wonders when one was trying to come by information, particularly in those situations in which I couldn’t use my fists—or stake. The trendy bars on Third and Fourth were the best places to find the people that could start giving me some answers. It was a long shot, but it was all that I had.
    The first two bars were a complete bust. Filled to capacity with drunken humans, there wasn’t a single supernatural in sight. I struck gold when I entered the third bar. Most of the patrons were human there, too, but the incredibly handsome man propping up the bar was anything but. I sauntered over and took a seat on the stool next to him. Though I knew he wasn’t human because of his incredibly strong physic aura, I didn’t have the first clue what species he was and that fascinated me.
    “You mind?” I asked, indicating the space I’d already occupied.
    His eyes roamed salaciously over my legs and a self-assured smile played on his lips. Eventually his gaze lifted to meet mine.
    “Never mind a beautiful woman sitting next to me,” he flirted. “What can I do for you, huntress?”
    Busted! “How did you know?” I tried to keep my voice casual even though his statement intrigued me.
    Vampires have a sixth sense about my kind in the same way that most animals can sense danger. Shifters usually figure out what I am too, even though I’m no threat to them, unless of course their nocturnal habits included killing humans and they caught the attention of the council. This man was neither. And most of the warlocks I’d encountered had assumed I was human.
    As I studied his face, his smile grew wider. Even in the dim light of the bar, his pale blue eyes glistened like aquamarines under a cloudless sky. They were the prettiest colour I’d ever seen and as I stared into their depths they seemed to intensify. I could have willingly spent days getting lost in those eyes—I wanted to. My heart pounded thunderously as I leaned in closer to the beautiful man and breathed in his mouth-watering scent. It was as fresh as a sea breeze after a tropical storm—pure and untainted by the often overpowering scent of aftershave or cologne.
    And his skin… His skin looked softer than an angel’s wing or the down on a newly hatched chick. I had a burning desire to reach out and touch him—a compulsion that overrode sense and practicality. I lifted my hand and inched it closer, needing to feel the