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of it, Cav. An eternity of this… all the pleasure you could want. We can go anywhere. Do anything.”
    “No.” He withdrew from her, but kept her pinned to the wall by her shoulders. “I don’t want to be a vampire.”
    Adrianna swallowed the knot in her throat. “But you said --”
    “I wanted to fuck you, and I have. I’m disgusted with myself. I feel dirty. But you were worth it.” His grin held no humor. “I don’t want your gift, bitch. I’d rather die.”
    Unshed tears clotted in Adrianna’s eyes. His blood had given her the ability to cry red droplets. “I should kill you.”
    “Go ahead.”
    “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” She chewed the inside of her mouth. “ Non . I will not be your instrument of destruction. Let the cancer eat at you until you wither away, Cav. Or be a man and take your own life.”
    She could’ve easily shoved him through the glass shower door. Instead, she stepped around him and walked out, stopping long enough to grab a thick towel to wrap around her shivering form.
    Adrianna hid in the kitchen, counting the minutes until he left. The front door slammed shut. Only then did she slide to her knees and let the bloody tears flow.

Chapter Three
    C AV SAT ON the bed in his crappy hotel and lit a cigarette. His hands shook so badly it took a couple of tries to get the flame steady enough to light the Marlboro.
    Fucking Adrianna and her fucking moral code. That’s what he got for letting his dick choose the vampire. He had no excuse for not staking her in Chicago. He’d never let anything like feelings, or worse, pure dumb-ass lust, get in the way of his calling. Not until her.
    His parents had been slayers. His friends were slayers. His only purpose in life was to kill bloodsucking bastards. He’d been trained, in body, in mind. He’d been told vampires were soulless, greedy power-mongers.
    Adrianna shot that belief to shit.
    How many vampires were like her? Was she an anomaly? Or were Queen Fiona and her bunch the only ones who deserved a sword in the neck?
    He didn’t know anymore.
    And he was sick about it.
    So, he couldn’t kill Adrianna. And thanks to the cancer destroying him, he wouldn’t have enough time to find out the truth. Had he been blindly following the laws of the Guild? His psychic powers made him more valuable than other assassins. The Guild always gave him the hardest jobs because vamps couldn’t sense him and they couldn’t break into his mind and control him.
    But Adrianna hadn’t needed access to his thoughts.
    She’d found another way to reach him. To make him doubt himself. To make him want something else. With her.
    “You’re still breathing.” The shadow keeping vigil in the corner finally detached itself from the wall.
    Cav had known Kel was there, watching. It didn’t bode well when the Guild sent their best cleaner to give greetings. Cav didn’t fear death. It wasn’t like he had other options. Dead from cancer. Dead from a vampire. Dead from the gun Kel leveled at his head.
    “She didn’t take the bait.” He drew hard on the cigarette, drawing the poison into his lungs. It felt good, that cloud of nicotine. He blew out, nearly smiling when the smoke shimmered around Kel’s face.
    The man grimaced. “Filthy habit.”
    “So’s killing people.”
    “Vampires aren’t people.”
    “I was talking about me, numb nuts.” He gauged the distance, maybe a foot and a half, between him and Kel. Kel was too good with his weapon. Cav would have a bullet in his brain before he’d gotten off the bed.
    “Wouldn’t take the bait? Bullshit. Everyone knows the females are whores who’ll fuck you and suck you until you’re dead.” Something like regret flashed in Kel’s blue eyes. “You had a chance to do something good for the Guild. Why’d you blow it?”
    I like her. I fucking like her, okay ? “Maybe I changed my mind. Maybe I don’t want to be some experiment.” Cav flipped the cigarette to the carpet and ground it out