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nirvana. Maybe I didn't like starting or stopping, but imbibing blood was nearly orgasmic.
    Then I felt something moving along my buttocks. Something hard. Something growing . Oh. My. God. I wrenched free of Charlie and looked at him in horror. "What are you doing?"
    "You're so beautiful," he said, going all dopey-eyed. His hand reached toward my breast and I batted it away. He pressed his hard-on against my ass and bucked.
    "Stop it!"
    "No!" he cried. He grabbed me by the shoulders and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I nearly gagged.
    "Hey, Mom," said Tamara from the doorway, "you got a visitor." I heard the sharp intake of her breath and then, "Holy freaking crap. What are you doing to him?"
    I pulled away from Charlie's sloppy kiss and tried to scramble off him, but he held on to me desperately.
    With my vampire strength, I had the ability to hurt him, but I was trying to free myself without breaking his arms. Then he released me, so suddenly that I fell onto the floor. "What the bloody hell is going on?"
    Shock rooted me to the spot as I looked up, up, up into the stormy gaze of Lorcan O'Halloran.

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    I was shaken to the core. First by Charlie's strange behavior, which was so un-Charlie-like that it was as if someone else was wearing his skin, and second by Lorcan's sudden appearance. He was the last person I expected to see. What was he doing back already?
    Charlie sat in the wingback and stared at me. His eyes had the glassy look of a puppet's. Worry gnawed at me. Something was wrong, but was it him… or was it me?
    When Lorcan reached down to help me up, Charlie yelled, "Take your hands off her!"
    He leapt up, his fist cocked. Startled, I said, "Charlie! Sit down!"
    "Okay." He dropped into the chair.
    Uh… what the hell?
    Lorcan's hand on mine produced an electrical shock. At least for me. His face seemed carved from stone as he pulled me to my feet. No one who paid attention could confuse him with his twin, Patrick, who had a more ebullient spirit and who wasn't afraid of wearing more than one color. Lorcan always wore black, like he was constantly in mourning.
    He let go of my hand and grimaced. "I am not constantly in mourning."
    I blinked. I hadn't realized I said that out loud. I looked at Charlie. "I think you should go home," I said.
    "Go home and rest. Okay?"
    "Anything you say, Eva. Anything at all." He stood up and marched out the door.
    Lorcan, Tamara, and I watched him go down the hallway and out the front door. Chewing on my lower lip, I said, "He's never acted that way before."
    "Once he reaches his home, he'll be fine," Lorcan said reassuringly.
    "Mom, you have the ability to zombify people."
    "That's not a cool power," I protested. "Bending the will of others is kinda lame."
    "All vampires have the ability to glamour," said Lorcan, "but the Family Romanov's talents go far and above memory wipes and"—he glanced at Tamara, smiling—"zombifying people. Obviously your powers are strengthening very quickly." His gaze flicked over me. "You must learn how to control them."
    "Are you going to teach her?" asked my daughter with acid sweetness. "Or do you want to skip the niceties and just kill her again?"
    "Tamara!" I bopped her on the back of the skull.
    "Hey! That's child abuse." She frowned over her shoulder at me, then stomped away. I think people in China heard the door to her room slam. Guilt wiggled through me. Okay. Maybe I shouldn't have bopped her.
    "She has a right to be scared of me," said Lorcan. "And to be angry with me."

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    "You think so?"
    My policy was to right my wrongs ASAP. You never knew how long you had with someone and I always wanted things to be squared away in case—well, just in case. So I hurried to Tamara's door and knocked.
    "You're sorry," said Tamara as I opened the door. "I know." She shook her head. "I'm sorry,