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compliance. On the contrary, he’d wanted to be with her, talk with her, and see if the connection was still there.
    Technically, he’d completed all three tasks.
    Valencia’s breasts heaved in the tight bodice to the point where he thought she might spill out. His breathing was as labored as hers and he was acutely aware of how intimate, how sexy their position was.
    Her eyes flashed silver, giving away the depth of her emotion.
    He trailed his thumb along her cheekbone, relishing the smooth skin and his ability to touch her after far too many years apart.
    It’d been too long since he’d held her, touched her skin, kissed her lips; heard the sweetness of her voice. Far too long.
    Without breaking eye contact, she let go of his thigh, leaned away from his touch and flashed .
    He blinked and when he opened his eyes, the spot where she’d been moments earlier remained empty. He wasn’t imagining things; she’d vanished into thin air.
    Where Valencia Fabelle was concerned, he’d imagined plenty. Right up until the moment she made a fool out of him in front of the entire vampire society.
    At the time, he’d believed his father had been right. You could trust a Fabelle as far as you could throw her.
    His father had been wrong though, about so many things. Valencia wasn’t like the rest. Hell, she wasn’t like anyone else who’d ever lived.
    But once again, she’d left him standing alone in a room full of people dressed in finery. And once again, it was his fault. He pulled his feet together and rather than meet their gaze and see the emotions in their eyes, he did the one thing he hadn’t been able to do on his wedding day.
    He escaped.
    A single thought sent him flashing to his private suite. The luxurious space was glaringly empty; he didn’t know why he’d expected her to just fall into his arms and let him whisk her away.
    It’d been a fantasy.
    A good fantasy where they forgot the pain and misery of the last two centuries and picked up where they’d left off. He’d never found a woman who was a more perfect match than her; he hadn’t expected to.
    He strode to the floor to ceiling windows and looked out at the inky black ocean. Thousands of stars twinkled down at him just as they had every night of his life. They were a constant reminder of both the steadfastness that was the vampire and the constant change that was the world around him.
    Lifting his hand to unlatch the lock on the doors, he caught of whiff of her perfume. The spicy and sweet scent clung to his hands, full of rich undertones that seduced and conquered, just like the woman who wore it. The scent complimented the heavy fragrance of roses from the large, domed arrangement on his coffee table. Their blood red petals reminded him so much of her lips.
    As he stepped onto the balcony, both scents gave way to the warm breeze and salty air.
    Though he didn't know exactly where Valencia was at the moment, he could still feel her lure. She was on the island, probably hiding in an exclusive suite or bungalow trying to figure out what to do about him.
    Dameon smiled.
    Let her mull it over. He wasn't going anywhere and he'd find her soon enough.
     
    Valencia’s feet hit the cottage’s wooden floor with a soft thud. She snatched the feather trimmed mask from her face and threw it on the immaculately made bed.
    “Marry him!” she shouted to the empty room. The sound coming from her lungs was foreign and momentarily startled her.
    Unfortunately, the answer to his…insanity couldn’t be found within the four walls.
    “Ugh!” She balled her hands into fists until her ruby red nails threatened to cut her skin.
    Who does he think he is? Hadn’t he done enough damage? It was obvious that he’d lost his mind. Why else would he interrupt her party in such a public and embarrassing manner? Why else would he sweep her into a dance that put them in the spotlight? Why else would he demand she marry him?
    After all this time… She couldn’t even finish