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silver swept across her. Wavy, cinnamon hair fell in disarray, brushing onto broad, bare shoulders.
    Why couldn’t vampires afford shirts? Dang, she sensed another list for things to ask vampires.
    The thought was met with a bark of laughter. “She’s a handful I bet,” the stranger whispered.
    “What are you doing here, Alonzo?”
    “Well, I thought I was saving you from a fate worse than death. But I suspect bedding this particular witch isn’t a bad thing. Tell me if it is, and I’ll gladly take your place.”
    Dmitri expelled a breath and kissed her forehead. Frustration of a different kind fluttered in Macy’s stomach and pooled between her legs. Dread floundered in her sea of confusion.
    “How did you find my place?” she asked.
    “I found him. There’s a difference.” Alonzo made himself comfortable on her wicker chair, chucking the sunshine yellow pillow onto the floor. “This place is rather…homely.”
    “A recluse’s income is rather limited.” She glowered at the intruder, then at Dmitri. “Should I turn him into something?”
    Dmitri chuckled and pushed one of her arms into his vest. Did he really think it would cover much of her? She squirmed her way into it, too cognizant of Alonzo’s gaze. “Next time, little dragon. Next time you can do whatever you want to him.”
    “Holy shit. That’s why her aura is so fiery. I thought they didn’t exist.”
    How rude. Why hadn’t anyone else mentioned her fiery aura? “Wait. How do vampires read auras anyway?”
    “Alonzo is a bit strange.”
    “Unique.” Alonzo ran his fingers across the wicker chair. “Your hunger is palpable enough to make me feel bad for interrupting.”
    “Dragon Witch 101, Lesson One, vampire. You don’t talk about our auras and never mess with our shields. It’s rude.”
    “She’s a spitfire,” Alonzo commented.
    Macy climbed off Dmitri’s lap and wrapped her arms around her waist. The vest peeked open at the top, spilling an ample amount of her breast through the material. So much for proper coverage. She moved toward the bedroom but Dmitri’s words halted her.
    “Don’t.” He ran a hand across her back and urged her down onto the sofa. “He won’t be long, and I intend to fuck you the moment he leaves.”
    Alonzo chuckled. “Ever the seduction artist, Dmitri.”
    “Why are you here?”
    He shrugged and focused a contemplative gaze on Macy. “Is she vetted into this?”
    “No.” Dmitri settled his elbows on his knees. “I’m afraid there’s no other choice now. Everything’s gone to shit.”
    “Woah. Back up. What are you two talking about?” She looked between them. “Well?”
    “I was sent by the vampire king to look into an increase of missing vampires from this region.” Dmitri wiped his face.
    “The king suspects witches of running an underground slavery ring,” Alonzo added.
    “He didn’t express his concerns with the Imperial Station about this? Surely they would’ve helped your investigation.  Silence clung to the doubts creeping into her aura. “They are the investigation.”
    Dmitri nodded. “It was believed there had been such an influx of fledgling vampires that the slave ring would require more ancient meat to market. A few well-placed whispers in the right corners and Doctor Death was created.”
    “And so the fact became legend.” Alonzo chuckled. “Imperial talons struck quickly, even more so than we’d anticipated.”
    Macy sat back, stunned at the scene unfolding. She’d walked straight into a covert war between the vampires and her kind. She gulped as dregs of what-ifs sloshed around. “And I screwed it up because you were exactly where you needed to be.”
    Dmitri remained expressionless. Alonzo’s grin faded. “The original plan was flawed, too high level to have ever worked. This ring goes much deeper than we’d anticipated.”
    “How so?” she asked.
    Butt out while you still have an ass to back up. Remember that little curse you need to lift? Yeah,