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hallway, gauging if she could make it
past him. He raised an eyebrow.
    Not likely.
    “You dislike my company so much, my little
vamp?”
    She blinked, obviously surprised she’d been
caught.
    “That’s all right. No offense taken. Take
your time.”
    He backed out of the room and pulled the door
shut behind him. One hour. That should give her time to clean up.
But then he’d check to make sure she was okay.
    Since he’d watched, helpless, as her car went
flying end over end and his heart had almost failed him, he was
anything but all right.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Izzy tipped her head back beneath the warm
spray. She kept her eyes open, not trusting the man. He was too
good-looking. Too big. Too raw.
    Though he’d saved her life by bringing her
here, protected her from the sun, and he seemed… nice, she knew to
keep her guard up. She didn’t like the way her body reacted to his
voice, as if he were an old friend and could be trusted
absolutely.
    She soaped herself up and examined everything
she could remember about the morning. Everything up until the
crash. And then right after when she’d first heard his voice.
    What had she been thinking? She hadn’t been
thinking. It was as simple as that. She would have to tell Valencia
what she had done.
    Her stomach ached at the thought. She would
own her mistake, take responsibility. Once Valencia got home. There
was no reason to ruin V’s trip. And there was nothing V could do
anyway.
    Massaging shampoo into her hair, she stared
at the door that joined the bedroom and the bathroom. Maybe the
man’s mechanic would have good news. Then again, how good could it
be? She could not remember the accident. But the car was upside
down and she’d been on the ground several yards away.
    Had the man rescued her? Pulled her to
safety? She really should thank him. Later.
    And if the car could be fixed, how much would
it cost? The vehicle itself was outrageously expensive. She nibbled
on her fingernail as she made a mental calculation.
    No. She definitely did not have that kind of
money lying around for repairs, much less replacement. But perhaps
she could get it. She was good enough at the cards.
    Yes. That was brilliant. That could work.
    Having money for the repairs would soften the
blow when she told Valencia. She rinsed her hair, shut off the
water, then reached for a towel.
    The handsome man with the beautiful gray eyes
knew how to live. His towels were just as thick and fluffy as the
ones at the mansion. Nothing but the best for Valencia Fabelle.
Fancy towels. Palatial French chateau. World-class car.
    Izzy frowned at her reflection. This was not
one of her finer moments. And it was no time to be feeling
lightheaded. She rubbed a finger between her eyebrows to soothe the
ache. Forward, Isadora. Always forward.
    After toweling off, she wrapped it around
herself. As usual, the fluffy cotton dwarfed her. She was sick of
being so small. So short that she needed nine-inch heels to look
Valencia in the eye.
    She moved into the bedroom and looked through
the armoire for a robe. She’d rinsed the blood from her shirt and
jeans before getting into the shower. Who knew when they’d be dry
enough to wear? How had she managed to get herself stuck at some
stranger’s house during daylight?
    Intensity aside, he was nice enough. Said all
the right things. Tried to put her at ease. And gracious, was he
good-looking. She ran her tongue over her fangs. She’d bet her
favorite boots that he tasted as good as he looked. Rich.
Masculine. Savory.
    She still was not used to drinking the blood.
It helped if she tried to think of it as wine, and figure out what
characteristics, what flavors the blood would have.
    The armoire was empty, except for sheets and
blankets and pillows. It did not matter what he would taste like.
She needed to keep her distance. Not fall for the handsome face.
She needed to figure out a way out of here. And come up with a
plan.
    There was no time, no need, to discover if