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making prisms of colours criss-cross all over the place and generally providing a decent light show, one worthy of a West End production. Of course, it wouldn't have done much to him, he's a shifter, not a vamp or Nosferatin. Or freakin' Light-filled fairy. Don't even get me started on those. He would only feel a sense of warmth, a mild erotic wash of lust and desire, but nothing he couldn't shrug off with ease. My Light is not designed for shape shifters. Unfortunately.
    I spun on my heel and there he was, watching me, a huge smile across his face.
    "Well, well, well, lass. You are special, aren't you?"
    I didn't know how to answer that, his disappearing act was pretty special too. I hadn't come across a shifter who could do that with such ease. Rick, my once upon a time best friend, had managed to use magic to hide his escape once, but not this seamless disappearance act, that was for sure. The only creatures able to do that were fairies, as far as I knew. Although, Michel could move fast enough to look like he was gone. Maybe, that was what this guy was doing too.
    Still, this was unusual and I was definitely not comfortable with remaining here, but how to back away without getting confrontational or looking like I was afraid? I stood stock still and waited for him to make a move. Sometimes doing nothing at all is the wisest course of action. Just as I thought we would stand there for eternity eye-balling each other warily, a noise in the stairwell caught my ears. A shuffle, a scuff and then the none-too-delicate footsteps of my Nosferatin hunting partner, Marie. Thank the goddess for her inability to walk in stealth mode. The sense of relief at hearing her approach almost made me turn towards her. But the hunter in me made me hold my place and then hold the gaze of the dangerous creature before my eyes.
    She stomped into the room we were in and made it several feet before she noticed that I was standing so still. How many times have I told her to check her environment first? This girl would be the death of me, I was sure.
    "Marie," I said in way of greeting, not taking my eyes off Sandy Disappearing Act. "We have a guest."
    She walked the last few steps to stand at my side. She might be a scaredy-cat, but she was loyal. I'd give her that.
    "Oh," she said, obviously picking up on the shifter at last. "Hello, Sebastian," she whispered and then blushed.
    I glanced at her cheeks and then quickly back at Sebastian . His eyes had target locked on her small frame and a possessive hunger had taken up residence inside. Well, I'll be.
    "You know him?" I asked the obvious.
    She nodded and flamed even redder, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.
    "Marie," Sebastian drawled in his Scottish accent. "A pleasure as always, leannan ."
    She reddened further, unbelievably. I waited for introductions, none came.
    "So, Sebastian," I started. "Shifter Sebastian." Then to Marie. "What is he?"
    She cleared her throat. "He's a Nathair-Sgiathach . A dragon shifter. He's the... ah... the Ceannard . Their leader here in London."
    Definitely an Alpha then. And not just any old Alpha, but the top dog, or dragon, here in the city. Not only had I pissed off the Master Vampire of London City by not announcing myself sooner, but now I had made an indelible impression on the local shape shifter Alpha as well.
    Could my assimilation into my new English home go any worse? I doubted it, I really did.
    I offered a smile to the Nathair-Sgiathach and made a mental note to scour those books Michel had left beside our bed. What did I know about dragons? They could fly, breathe fire out of their noses, have scales and wicked long claws. But that was about it. Oh, and Michel's vampire-within, appeared as a dragon to me. I wondered if this shifter looked anything like the tall, omnipresent green scaled monster who accompanied me on my Dream Walks. Michel's dragon-within had always scared me, he was the power, the Sanguis Vitam , that made up Michel. For many