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     him as her very own calming influence, something she sorely needed after her emotional confrontation with Nikolai. The sexy
     vampire never failed to stir up her hormones, whether she wanted them stirred or not. She was determined to do what she could
     to make sure not to run into him again. It should be fairly easy to manage. It wasn’t like she had a lot to do with the undead
     community. Vampires weren’t her favorite companions, and they didn’t like witches much either. She tended to steer clear of
     them, except for the times she had to drive those who were automobile-challenged. With her blood poisonous to a vamp’s digestive
     system, she was safe from becoming a late night snack. They weren’t her favorite jobs—vampires were also incredibly bad tippers.
    Despite the large room with its high ceilings she felt a slight pressure building up around her.Without saying anything, she
     slid off the table and wandered back to the front window overlooking the street.
    The first thing she noticed was a neighbor’s calico cat skidding to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk across the street.
     It stared into the darkness and arched its back. She imagined she heard the hiss that escaped the feline’s mouth as it gazed
     intently at something the normal human eye couldn’t detect. When the cat ran away, Jazz noticed a faint blur of movement near
     the neighbor’s front gate. Then all grew still. She did not need her powers to know what the nearly invisible figure was.
    “You just couldn’t stop, could you?” she whispered. “You had to remind me that you’re back and intend to find a way back into
     my life again by claiming you need my help. Go find yourself another witch, Nikolai. I’m not going to play with you anymore.”
    She didn’t stop to wonder how he had discovered where she lived. If there was one thing Jazz understood, it was that in the
     preternatural world there were few secrets. And ex-lovers had even fewer.

    Nick ignored the cold fog that swept around him and partially obscured the house across the street.With his enhanced vision,
     the fog was not a deterrent. He easily saw Jazz standing at the second-floor window, just as he heard the soul-stealing jazz
     music. He imagined he could smell the spicy scent of her perfume mingling nicely with her natural scent. He noticed she’d
     smothered the Gael in her voice, but what she didn’t realize was that her heritage showed anytime she was emotional. No matter
     how many centuries had gone by, she still couldn’t hide some things.
    He unashamedly eavesdropped on the conversation between her and the roommate who did not appear to be her lover. Thinking
     back to the bar scene, he recalled that the only sentiment exchanged between her and Murphy’s bartender had been teasing flirtation.
     That was unexpected since he knew only too intimately that Jazz had a strong sexual appetite. It was difficult to believe
     neither man was her lover, but it was a relief to know she was free.
    Considering what he’d just heard her whisper, he knew that knowledge wouldn’t do him any good. She hadn’t exactly welcomed
     him with open arms when he approached her. He winced when a movement to one side reminded him of his bruised hip; it seemed
     to be healing more slowly than usual. Jazz’s power had increased quite a bit since he’d seen her last. From the size of the
     fireball she conjured in the alley he was lucky he hadn’t ended up a charcoal briquette.
    A brief smile touched his lips. Some things never changed.
    He slowly moved down the street toward the boardwalk. He knew he’d been right to find her, that Jazz was the only one who
     could help him and his kind—the only witch with enough power and enough guts to defy the Witches’ High Council in order to
     use it—to help him figure out how and why vampires in the process of seeking an elusive cure to vampirism didn’t return to
     a mortal life but disappeared for good.

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    Krebsie,