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Deliberately closing your eyes to a possible threat is not wise.
    Antonietta began to slowly slip the small pearl buttons from the fastenings on her blouse.
    Her fingers were shaking with cold and maybe fear, so it was difficult to manage.
    I could come and help you.
    Antonietta gasped, looked around her room as if she might glimpse him there in her world of darkness.
    His laughter was soft. Flirtatious. The night belongs to me. I come out of the shadows. I can be anywhere. Even there in the room with you right now, helping you to undress. There was a drawling caress in his tone that sent liquid fire racing through her body and pooling low into an aching need.
    always know when you're in the room with me, and you're not at this moment. Antonietta realized she was be-ginning to stop trembling, and she was smiling in spite of the events of the evening and the serious situation. Byron was deliberately wanning her, making her relax. /
    don't think helping me undress is a particularly good idea. What are you doing?
    The idea of helping you undress takes my breath away.
    There was a short silence. Antonietta draped her blouse over the back of a chair. Her fingers trailed over the silk, wishing she were touching Byron's chest. The idea of him helping her undress robbed her of breath, too. Of speech. She couldn't mink straight. Dragging the tie from her hair, she began to pull out the weave as she crossed to her bathroom.
    I am searching the palazzo to see what the intruders were up to and examining your cousins to make certain they wire not fed poison or drugged. A much more interesting question is, what are you doing?
    I'm taking the braid out of my hair.
    Byron closed his eyes and inhaled sharply as if he could drag her scent deep inside his body. There is something very erotic about a woman letting down her hair. Have you removed your slacks?
    My blouse. She admitted it without hesitation. It was part of her dreamworld. He was far away and it was a harmless game. And it distracted her from thinking about the terrors of being nearly killed. Of someone hating her enough to want to kill her. Antonietta's fingertips moved across the swell of her breasts. She ached for his touch. She had never wanted a man more. It doesn't make sense.
    It makes perfect sense.
    She had never talked with any man this way, not even a lover. She had never blushed or
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    stammered or deliberately tempted a man. Byron never once had given her an indication that he was interested in her as other than a friend. She might even be making a fool of herself, but it didn't matter. He was an obsession.
    As she made her way across the tiled bathroom floor, col-ored images leapt in front of her eyes without any warning. Shades of vivid red and yellow. She cried out, closing her Dark Symphony eyes instinctively. The colors were so intense they hurt her, made her feel ill.
    What is it?
    She was disoriented, frozen to the spot, unable to tell ex-actly where she was in her own bathroom. I see something. Colors. Red and yellow. Like heat images.
    Take a deep breath, your heart is beating too fast. It is nothing. Let the images go. You may have been seeing what I was seeing. Our connection is strong. Byron bit back the ominous growl in this throat, hackles rising. He shifted shape back to his human form and bent over her sleeping cousin.
    Cautiously, Antonietta opened her eyes and saw the com-forting darkness. That made me sick to my stomach. How strange. Rather than use the centuries-old bathing pools, now modernized, Antonietta filled her private bathtub and tossed in scented salts. She wanted to feel beautiful tonight She needed to feel beautiful.
    Where are you? She didn't want to be alone. In spite of her bravado, she was frightened by the