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When he looked at her face, he
thought of the sun and the moon, as her skin looked bright and luminescent.
Gazing into her eyes, he saw the night sky and twinkling stars. Her long, silky
hair laid a trail from her face to the rest of her treasures, draping her neck
and curving over her shoulders, hanging past the gold belt she wore,
emphasizing her tiny waist. He shifted his gaze to her firm, high-perched
breasts then to her curved hips and her long, lean legs. The corners of the
sweetest mouth he’d ever seen curved into a wry smile. None of that meant
anything. She wasn’t a woman, she was a vampire. She’d tried to kill him and
his brothers.
    She moved into a sitting position in bed. “No, my day begins
at moonrise, it’s morning. How are you?”
    “Well enough, even with the bites and bruises from your
sisters.”
    “Do you mean to take revenge? Wound me with iron or leave me
out in the sun to shrivel up tomorrow morning?”
    “I had something else in mind.”
    “What would that be?” She flashed a crooked, closed-lip
smile.
    “Not so fast. First I must ask, do you intend to drink all
my blood?”
    “I feel ravenous, but it isn’t your blood I’m wanting.” Her
eyes gleamed with mischief, like someone with a secret. “So you’re the
youngest? Your brother mentioned it.”
    “I am. It hasn’t been the easiest of lives, not with my
brothers. Well, you’ve met them. One of them knocked down a fairy mound last
night.”
    Her smile deepened into laughter. “I know what it’s like.
I’m the youngest of seven girls. You met my sisters, they claw the blood out of
humans and drink it.” Her face broke into a goofy smile. “As do I, or as I did.
I cannot since you captured me. It is the lore of the baobhan sith .
There are rules.”
    “I have to say, it’s a relief to know you can’t drain my
blood. We’re off to a good start. Your birth order is interesting. Even though
I’m a seventh son, I never met a seventh daughter before.”
    “I have.” She tilted her chin up as her mouth and eyes
lifted in a smug expression. “I know another seventh sister very well. You see,
my mother is the youngest of seven girls.”
    “What a coincidence that is. My father’s the youngest of
seven sons.”
    “You are the seventh son of the seventh son?” Her brows
arched.
    “Yes.” He nodded. “You are the seventh daughter of the
seventh daughter?”
    “I am.” She cocked her head.
    “No wonder,” they both said aloud at the same time.
    “I guess it’s meant to be.” As Ian gazed into her eyes he
felt a pull, a connection to her.
    “We are like gorse and heather.” Her dark eyes sparkled with
a sensuous gleam. “We belong together. Though I should hate you. You grabbed
me, kept me from my sisters and trapped me in this dangerous place with iron
and sunshine, both fatal to me.”
    “Well, I should want you to die. You and your sisters tried
to drink all the blood from me and my brothers.” He wouldn’t let anyone or
anything harm her now. His heart raced and his skin tingled as she talked. He’d
the same experience in that field when she strolled up to him in her green
plaid dress, her hips swaying, her breasts jiggling, before he knew she was a baobhan
sith . Even knowing what she was hadn’t changed one thing about the way his
body reacted to her, yearned for her.
    “We should hate each other.” Sorcha licked her red lips. “It
would be the only thing that makes sense.” She peered at him seductively. “I am
glad I’m here with you.”
    “Me too.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her, though the
image of her face was burned into his soul, as smooth as if carved from
alabaster. A dainty nose set above full ruby lips and a flush of pink on her
sculptured cheekbones.
    He reached out and cupped her chin. His fingers felt warm
from the touch. He pulled her face to his. His kissed her chin, gentle as a
whisper, then brushed his lips against hers. He pressed harder, covering her
mouth with his,