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train of thought.
    “It’s getting a little on the low side, now
that you mention it.”
    “I have tomorrow night off. I’ll stop by and
replenish your supply.”
    I smiled. “You’re a good guy, you know
that?”
    “You’re just figuring this out?” Mark teased.
And then I heard him think, “No wonder I can’t get anywhere with
you.”
    A small laugh escaped my lips and he looked
at me. “You’re doing it again.” He tried to look upset. “Knock it
off.”
    “I can’t help it,” I said, still laughing.
“You’re the only form of entertainment I have right now.”
    “Glad I could amuse you.” He gave me a
sarcastic smile and set his empty glass down as I took another
drink from mine.
    “So, tell me there’s a hot young vamp doctor
who just transferred to the hospital that you want to line me up
with,” I said lightly.
    “Not likely.”
    I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout and he
smiled, but I knew he was right. Despite the fact that vamps have
abilities that make us much more effective healers, not many choose
to put themselves in situations where they are surrounded by blood
all day. The temptation is just too much for most. Mark is a rare
exception to the rule. He is a master of control, which
coincidentally is probably one of the reasons I’m not into him.
Although it rarely happened, I at least liked the possibility of
some spontaneity and excitement in my life.
    Mark didn’t like discussing my dating
prospects, but he was a good sport and humored me on occasion. His
gaze went over my head and a voice from behind me spoke. “Doctors
are over-rated. What you really need is a dashing, powerful vamp
with connections.”
    The voice belonged to Damir Vidic, great (to
many greats to count) grandson of Synod Elder Stanislav Vidic.
    “No offense,” Damir added as he stepped up to
our table, nodding at Mark.
    “Sure.” Mark said dully.
    “Although, you do seem to keep great
company,” Damir added, staring at me boldly.
    I met his gaze for the first time, smiling
wryly at him. He wore his usual black suit, the symbol of the
Emissary embroidered on the breast pocket. It was the sign for
infinity, a sideways number eight, but on the left side, a straight
line slashed through the middle, making a small letter ‘e’ in the
design which stood for Emissary. Damir was average height, with
blond hair and brown eyes. He wasn’t bad looking, but his
over-sized ego definitely wasn’t attractive. Unfortunately, Damir
was even more dangerous than Tytus. He was powerful, as much as I
hated to admit it, and he was a full vampire. He was also first in
command of the Emissary, a group of full grown vamps who act on
behalf of the Synod.
    “A dashing, powerful vamp with connections,
you say?” I asked. “Maybe you could introduce me sometime.”
    Damir returned my sarcastic smile as I sipped
my drink nonchalantly. Mark faked a cough to cover up a laugh and
then sunk down a few inches in his seat, not wanting to offend the
vampire he reported to on a weekly basis concerning hospital
matters.
    “I do enjoy this game of ours,” Damir said to
me.
    The scary part? I believed him. It hadn’t
taken long after I’d come to Florida with Antonio for word to get
out that there was a new vampire fledgling in town with exceptional
mental fortitude. It was rare for a new fledgling to show such
control in any specific ability, even if it was their moon-given
talent. That reputation preceded me everywhere I went. I was
nothing more than a prize to Damir. That’s all I had ever been.
Damir only wanted to have me on his arm and parade me around in
front of the elite vampires.
    “One day you’ll come around,” he continued.
“When you’re ready to secure your place in our world.”
    “There are plenty of vampire women here
tonight who would be happy following you around like good little
mindless robots,” I said to him. “Why don’t you go try your luck
with one of them?”
    Damir sipped from his drink and gave me