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the fact his girl was a freak.
    As he’d just seen, Melanie wasn’t just the sweet, scared little thing he’d thought—but what the fuck was she? When he’d awoken to find a winged creature hovering over him, he’d thought for just a second that Zachary Powell, the leader of a group of really bad-ass vamps, had found him.
    But once he’d gotten past the shock, he realized that, other than the wings, she hadn’t looked like Zachary’s breed of hyped-up vampire. Her sweet features had been the same, but her pale, porcelain skin had been blue-tinged. Her eyes a deep violet. Her hair had been long, black and braided, and whipped his skin like a flogger with each toss of her head.
    And what she’d said in a rasping voice there at the end, “ It wasn’t a dream” , didn’t strike him as particularly fiendish.
    “Get a move on, Moses!” came Viper’s muffled shout.
    Moses jackknifed up, wincing because his dick was still engorged. She’d done something to him when she’d wrapped her long, thin fingers around his cock. His arousal had never come that fast before.
    He palmed himself and hissed. His hard-on hurt, the skin too sensitive to touch. Cursing to himself, he sensed instinctively that it wasn’t going to ease up on its own. Despite Viper’s clipped order, Moses wasn’t wasting any time on a shower now. He needed answers.
    Moses stood, grabbing a crocheted throw from the foot of the bed and wrapping it around his hips. When he opened the door, Viper turned and gave him a killing glare. He sat on the sofa beside Melanie, who was huddled at one end, the sheet he’d left behind wrapped around her shivering body.
    Despite Viper’s menacing glare, one corner of his mouth curled as his glance dropped to Moses’s covered dick. “About that…”
    “Don’t say it, buddy.” Moses smoothed a hand over his head. “So, what’s this about? What is she?”
    Viper’s gaze swung to Melanie, whose teary gaze reflected nothing but confusion. “She doesn’t have a clue. Do you, sweetheart?”
    “Know what?” she asked, her teeth chattering loudly. “This isn’t happening.”
    Moses shook his head. “Viper, lay off.”
    Viper arched a cynical brow. “She’s a succubus. I cornered one of Zachary’s progeny at the club. Took a while, but he spilled everything. She’s been haunting the club in ‘blue skin’ every night this week. Feeding on victims.”
    “ Victims ?” Moses blurted the term at the same time Melanie did.
    Her head swung toward him, but her glance fell away. “I thought I was dreaming.”
    “Because you’ve been in denial,” Viper said. “The only time the real you comes out to play is when you sleep.”
    Both men watched her as she seemed to struggle with what Viper had revealed. Her head shook, her eyebrows drew together. When she lifted her face again, tears shimmered in her eyes. “But I don’t understand. The dreams only just started over the past couple of weeks. How can that be the real me?”
    Viper’s cheeks billowed around a sharp exhale. “When you wake up after these dreams, how do you feel?”
    She shrugged nonchalantly, but her cheeks bloomed with color. Her gaze slid away to the left. “Like always. Rested.”
    Moses frowned, wondering why she’d lie.
    “Really?” Viper scoffed quietly. “You didn’t feel something…more? You have to tell me. I have ways, unpleasant ones, to get to the truth.”
    Her cheeks paled again. “I thought I was feeling so good because I was…getting off in my sleep.”
    Moses cursed, feeling sorry for her because she was having to reveal things that embarrassed her, but also because the more he heard, the more he knew she wasn’t the one for him. And that bothered him. A lot. “A succubus?” he blurted. “Is that another kind of bloodsucker?”
    Viper shook his head. “She’s not into blood. She thrives on sexual energy, draws on it. She can leave her victims like hollowed-out husks. You had a near miss there,