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breasts, she assumed a challenging posture. “You think I couldn’t kill you? Don’t underestimate me, Mr. Valentine. I’m more than capable of protecting my family.”    
    His palm slid alongside her cheek.  “Did it ever occur to you that you were brought to my home for a reason other than your own?”
    Her gaze stabbed him.  He was deliberately trying to throw her off-guard. “It doesn’t matter why I was ‘brought’ here. The fact remains I was coming here anyway so here I am.” When he didn’t speak, she continued. “I know you were the last person to see my sister, and I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what I need to know to find her.”
    He didn’t bother to correct her. “You are inside the home of a man you believe to be a vampire, and you make demands?”
    He had a way of talking which caused alternating spots of heat and cold to criss-cross up and down her spine.  “Just stop it, okay? I’m not scared of you, what you can do to me, or anything else. I’m here for Rianna, and if you think I can be bullied into running, well, you don’t know me well at all.”
    His eyes flashed his approval. “You might think I know your sister, but perhaps, the Fates know I am truly the only one who can find her…and protect you.”
    “The Fates could not be that cruel. Besides that, I don’t need protecting.”
    His thumbs caressed the corners of her lips.  “Ah yes, the class. You have a strange sense of humor, Mischa, but I ask you to hear me out.”
    She wished he’d stop touching her, or maybe she didn’t.  “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
    “I am very adept at finding people, things, places, even.   My ancestors have blessed me with the gift of sight.”
    “Are you trying to tell me you’re a psychic vampire, because I’m warning you, my bullshit-o-meter can sniff out a scam in a matter of seconds.” Sorry, Dad, but this guy just brings out the obscenities in me.
    “Why do your eyes look so wide?” His question threw her off the mark, and she blinked up at him.  “Do I make you nervous?”  The timbre of his voice told her he already knew the answer.
    “Yes.”  She saw no reason to lie.
    He chuckled and guided her toward the chintz sofa as if she couldn’t make the short journey by herself.  And the way her knees were knocking together, maybe she couldn’t.  He settled her on one cushion before sitting down beside her.  “I suppose I shouldn’t have asked you.”  The deep voice flowed over her skin like warm water.
    “No, especially since you already knew the answer.” She scooted her knees to one side, putting more space between their bodies. “So tell me more about this gift of sight you claim to have.”
    “Would you be surprised if I told you my gift is telling me to kiss you?”  The heat of his skin bathed her cheek.  “You know, you can tell a lot about a person from the way they respond to you.  If they melt,” he lifted a hand and brushed his knuckles down her cheek, softly, a lover’s caress, “if they sigh against your lips,” his hand moved to the long, smooth line of her neck, “or if they whisper your name.  Would you whisper my name, Mischa?” 
    Her lids slid to half-mast as he moved even closer to her.  She couldn’t whisper his name because her throat had closed, making speech impossible.  His outer thigh burned against her leg, his hands resting on either side of her hips.  She opened her eyes wider and discovered he was lowering his head, his lips seconds away from touching hers.  She should stop him, back away, but she was frozen and couldn’t think of one of the many reasons why she should stop him.
    His lips brushed hers once, twice and then he backed off, his eyes meeting hers.  The silence in the room was almost deafening as their gazes locked.  Tension clawed its way up Mischa’s spine, and she held her breath, waiting for him to make the next move.  She didn’t have long to wait.
    Hooking his hand behind