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that it was her actual name, and it delighted him.
    “I knew a girl named that once.”
    “What, spelt the same way?”
    She sounded so affronted that he smiled. “I have no idea. People weren’t fussy about spelling those days and, anyway, I couldn’t read.”
    She stared at him. “The way you said it makes it sound like it was a long time ago.”
    “I am a vampire, remember.”
    She was truly curious now. “So how long ago was it?”
    “You can’t expect me to spill all my secrets at once,” he teased her, and was rewarded with a smile that had almost no fear in it.
    “Why not? You already told me you’re going to erase my memory.”
    That was true. “Well, I was born in 1663.” He watched her take that in.
    “Wow. That’s … you’re really old.”
    He didn’t feel old. Never had. He looked about the same age he had been when his promise was fulfilled , twenty-six, and if he didn’t feel quite as young as modern men of that age, it was because he had been older than that already before he was twenty. Life had been harder when he was still human, and people matured fast.
    He shrugged. “I’m young for a vampire.”
    “I’m twenty-two.”
    “A veritable baby.”
    “Hey!” But he just smiled and started the engine again.
    “Come, let’s get you home.”
    Corynn watched fascinated as the vampire drove the car in an assured, calm manner. No, she watched the man. That he was a vampire too was mere seasoning, a sprinkle of otherworldliness that made him more exciting.
    The specimen of masculinity next to her didn’t match her idea of a vampire anyway: a pale, effeminate creature reclining languidly on a bed full of pillows. He called himself a warrior and she didn’t doubt him. On some other man the title would have been self-aggrandising, but on him it was self-evident. It wasn’t just about his obvious, overpowering strength, or his muscled body that was clad in a black leather jerkin and trousers in the style of warriors past. It was everything about him.
    He was taller than her by a few inches – she was almost five nine without the horrible heels – but at least twice her width. She was leanly built, with the long muscles of an endurance runner. He had wide, muscled shoulders that made him seem even bigger than he was.
    But his size was more than mere physical appearance. He had a presence, an energy, which she could sense. It pushed towards her, making her want to lean against the door to give him more room.
    She had an affinity for two-natured energy, which she had discovered only after moving to London and befriending a leopard-shifter, Toby. He had amused himself by making her spot the different energies various people had, from the non-existent energies of humans to the vibrant and warm of shifters and cool and calm energies of vampires.
    She had become good at spotting even the vampires, whose energy was by far the most difficult to discern, as they tended to hide it. But she had never felt anything like the energy of this man. It was as if he was strong in spirit as well as body. And that’s what made him a warrior.
    He had the strong face of a warrior too, angular with a prominent nose and a square jaw, and a surprisingly sensual mouth. Her eyes fixed on it and he smiled even though he was facing the street and couldn’t possibly see her watching him. He knew exactly what he could do to a woman with his mouth.
    Her body began to heat as she imagined his mouth on hers, on her body and throat. The image of him puncturing her throat with his fangs made her heart miss a beat, and she inhaled sharply to stifle the sensual sensation.
    This would not do, no matter how attractive he was, or how unruly her imagination was getting. He was holding her against her will, even if he claimed to be helping. She would not forget that, no matter that her body did.
    But it was impossible to ignore him. Flustered, she cleared her throat. “Did you really find out where I live from my mind?” More