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    She swayed. “I think I may have drunk a little bit too much.”
    Adrienne needed to go to bed, and he had to take her home before the sun stranded him in the upstairs of some apartment he’d be forced to endure for the duration of daylight.
    “Come on. I’ll keep you safe.”
    His fated woman shook her head and nearly fell over from the effort. “I don’t know you. For the love of Pete, you might be a serial killer. Slaughtered thousands of people.”
    He caught her before she passed out. “As a matter of fact, I have. And you’re stuck with me anyway.”

Chapter Two
    S he woke to complete darkness and a mouthful of cotton. For a moment, she had no idea where she was. Somewhere in the distance, a heater hummed. Nothing of what she felt or heard told her a bit about where the hell she was.
    Adrienne didn’t particularly think of herself as being prone to panic. Waking in pitch-blackness when the last thing she remembered was chatting with a vampire hottie on the street while way too drunk constituted a reasonable cause to really freak out.
    “Hello?” She called and waited to see if anyone would respond. After a second, she concluded either no one had heard her or, if someone did they weren’t answering.
    Waving her hands around, she was at least able to ascertain she wasn’t in a coffin. Too much time contemplating vampires did weird stuff to her brain. Of course she wasn’t in a coffin. Why would she be? There were soft sheets beneath her.
    Adrienne sat up, and her head started to pound. She winced and made herself sit more slowly. Yes, aside from her panic, the hangover she was sure to have thanks to her poor decision-making in drinking her weight in vodka was going to make her sick for the rest of the day. Wherever she was, she needed water and aspirin, badly.
    She swung her feet off the side of the bed and padded out into the darkness with her hands in front of her in case she was about to take a header into a dresser or some torture device. Eventually, she did manage to find a wall.
    Somewhere in the room there had to be a door. Unless she was trapped in an exit-less room of hell. Then of course she would never get out. Oh, the places her mind invented were never good.
    She whacked her foot on something hard and fell with a thud. Seconds later, the sudden brightness blinded her. Who turned on the lights? Her eyes burned while they adjusted from seeing nothing to the dazzle of suddenly having what felt like the blaze of the sun assaulting her corneas. Eventually, she blinked the tears from her eyes.
    The generic bedroom contained a single bed made in dark green and blue sheets with a matching quilt. A brown armoire stood in the corner about two feet from the doorway and across from a closed closet door. She’d been right; no one else in the room with her. Adrienne knew exactly where she was. She had been here before, when she’d been brought to the castle to be claimed. This was her bedroom. Hottie had brought her back here after she passed out?
    Maybe all vampires were as terrified of the royals as the ones from her hometown. She still wore the clothes she’d been in the night before, so he hadn’t undressed her, which was good. Getting naked and not remembering how would be creepy.
    She stood. Vampires other than the royals were never interested in anyone other than the other vampires. He’d discarded her here to wait for her hellish destiny.
    She opened the door to the sitting room—there he was...the vamp with the dark hair and piercing gaze from last night.
    “Did you fall?”
    He stood by the window and didn’t look toward her. The glass seemed to protect him from the rays. She’d seen it before, as the rich vampires always had safety glass installed in their homes. Since all the vamps she knew were loaded, it essentially meant all vampires in existence had their homes protected.
    “I did, actually.” She rubbed at her hip. “I can’t see when its pitch black.”
    He clapped his