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now.  She wanted to win against Dane as much as she wanted to lose.
    “He’s a pervert,” she muttered to herself, coming to a stand.  Her chair screeched against the tiles.  “He’s only interested because of what you did.”
    And it was true, but that didn’t make the heat between her legs go away any faster.  Hannah knew this must be how all those married women felt, the feeling of wrong and right mixed into one.  Once Dane decided to turn his attention on her there was no escape.  Hannah didn’t think she wanted to escape anyway.  But Dane had never shown interest in someone that worked at the Lux, no matter how much the other employees tried.  He was careful to only pounce on those that would be around for a week at most, and gone by breakfast.
    Hannah wanted to show him up.  She wanted to prove that she could stare at him and not blink, show him that she wasn’t going to turn into one of his special conquests.  The fact that he was flirting with her after she killed someone was sick enough as it was…but that only made her question if he was flirting with her.  Maybe it wasn’t sex he wanted, but something else.  What that something else could be, however, she had no idea.
    With a shake of her head Hannah grabbed her bag off the counter and headed for the kitchen door.  She prayed to the crucifix that hung around her neck that her legs wouldn’t give out as she crossed the threshold to the kitchen, or as she walked through the alleyway. 
    The edges of her vision were blurry as she walked, completely focused on the door.  It was beige with a small square window at the top that was kept perfectly clean even though guests never saw it.  Everything around Dane seemed perfectly clean.  Hannah wrinkled her nose and pushed the door open, letting it bang against the counter on the other side.
    A few of the chefs looked up, and one busboy practically leapt onto a stove in fear.  But after that they looked away.  Nobody sees anything when it comes to Dane’s girls.  Hannah furrowed her brow, knowing it would only make her look more threatening.
    Her steps weren’t quite a march, but they weren’t exactly slow either.  They were quiet and undemanding yet powerful and sure.  It was a good combination, Hannah thought, and if Dane were there she knew for a fact that he would only get hot and bothered by it.
    If he were there.  Hannah’s eyes swept over the kitchen staff but one familiar head of perfectly cut hair wasn’t there.  His shift wasn’t done yet, and she knew he wasn’t one to leave the kitchen so easily, yet he wasn’t there.  Hannah’s footsteps hit a little harder against the tiles and within a moment she was in the alleyway, cool air rushing over her skin.
    There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky to block out the half-moon or the stars.  A light breeze drifted through the trees across the street, and in the distance Hannah could hear a dog barking.  These things were familiar pleasantries to her, something she’d been seeing and hearing all her life.  They reminded her of home, of safety.  The fact that she was standing in the exact spot she killed a man didn’t change that feeling.  If anything it amplified it.
    Hannah didn’t remember moving the few feet from the door to the formally bloodied spot.  She’d been possessed as she lifted one foot after the other to face the brick wall, completely cleaned.  There was no evidence of anything happening there, and if there was it was now buried under five bags of trash.  Hannah looked over her shoulder at the empty dumpster, wondering who chose to throw the trash on the ground instead.
    They’re scared of you , she thought.  Just as Dane had said.  Hannah tried to convince herself that it was merely the thought that they could have been victims of a terrible mugging themselves, but Dane’s words had had an affect on her.  Another shiver ran up her spine, a titillating feeling.  Hannah took a sudden breath and