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in the class, but taking it had given her some sense of control over her fears.
    “Oh, Rianna, where are you, and why did you come all the way back to Romania on this quest of yours? Why could you not have been happy in Boston?”  She reverted to her native Romanian tongue as she spoke and combined her thoughts with prayers, praying benediction for her wayward sister.   “Soră Fates , a face pe plac la ai grijă de Rianna. Ea este tînăr şi nu de asemenea wise la timp. Chiar ceas încă o dată ei pînă la I a putea află ei. Apoi atunci I’ll a lua încă o dată.”
    Sister Fates, please take care of Rianna.  She is young and not too wise at times.  Just watch over her until I can find her.  Then I’ll take over.  Just as she had since their parents had died seven years ago. 
    She’d never complained even though she was forced to give up her dream of being an opera star.  This had simply been her lot in life.  Rianna’s dreams were more important now, and though her younger sister had made a few mistakes in life, Mischa could not imagine her own life without her sibling’s irreverence and carefree spirit.
    Her soul nourished by the strength of the prayer, Mischa jumped to her feet and donned the jeans and flowing, white peasant blouse the housekeeper had bought for her.   Not exactly her first clothes of choice, but it certainly beat facing the vampire in a toga again…that was if he was even in the house.
    She creaked open the bedroom door.  Gas lamps lined the hallway, providing just enough light for her to find her way to the top of the stairs.  She refused to call for help, determined to find her own way to the master’s den. 
    “Mischa, how nice to see you out and about,” Rhad spoke from the bottom of the stairs.
    She jumped.  The shadows barely allowed her to make out the planes of his face, but the deep timbre of his voice was enough to restart the shivers. “You have a habit of sneaking up on people.”
    “I cannot sneak in my own home.”
    “Whatever.  We have to talk.”  She reached the bottom landing and swept past him, trying to ignore the way her heart leaped to her throat as the sleeve of her blouse brushed against his arm. She refused to be seduced by a creature of the night, and yet, her body responded, awakening with the need for sensual pleasure.
    Rhad swept out a hand, his fingers pointed toward an open door.  “As you wish.  Here is my study.”
    Mischa walked ahead of him, her head held high.  The scent of leather assaulted her nostrils, and she spared a glance at her surroundings, eager to take her mind off the man following her.
    Rich, gold-embossed books adorned walls lined with shelves.  Executive chairs with intricately carved legs and wooden floors polished to a shine set the scene, and the thick, heavy drapes added the finishing touch to the room.  She could picture Rhad wearing a black cloak and hair gel while twisting his moustache. 
    She looked over a shoulder at him.  “Nice decorating job.”
    “Since I know you were only being facetious, I’ll refrain from thanking you.  Please, sit down.”
    Mischa did but didn’t waste time before she launched into her diatribe.  “I want to know where my sister is, and don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.  Her name is Rianna Bonovich, and I know you were the last person she saw before she went missing.  You’re all she talked about. That’s how I know all about you. I know everything about you.”
    He sat opposite her and assumed a relaxed posture though Mischa was sure his muscles were tensed.  “Everything?”
    “Absolutely.”  She scooted to the edge of the chair and leaned forward.  “Didn’t I already know about your vampire status?” Her voice dropped a notch as if she were imparting a secret.
    Rhad didn’t blink.  “If such is the case, then why would you throw yourself on my doorstep?  Aren’t you risking your own life?” 
     “I didn’t throw myself