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too.”
    Hell, that was new. Almost like a Nosferatin power, but Amisi is only twenty, she shouldn't get her powers until she is 25, or there about. I came into my powers a little earlier than my 25 th birthday, but that was unusual.
    “Is it a Nosferatin power?” I asked.
    She shrugged, a delicate movement of her shoulders. “I'm not sure. I guess so, but it didn't come in a blaze of Light, like others do. I just woke up one day and could do it.”
    I thought about that for a while. “Nut does work in strange ways. She must have a reason.”
    “That's exactly what I thought,” Amisi answered.
    Nut is our goddess. We are all descendants of Nut. Children of Nut . She is the Light that shines in us, she is our mother and sometimes she bestows powers on us without giving us the manual first. Hell, all of my powers have come without an easy-step-by-step-guide.
    Just then there was a firm rap on the door.
    “Oh,” Amisi said in surprise looking at her watch. “Oh. I'm not ready, he'll be angry.” She jumped up and ran into what had to be her bedroom and shouted over her shoulder. “Grab the door, Luce and let him in, would ya?”
    Okaay. Amisi flustered. Another new.
    I sprang up from the floor and thanked my lucky stars no vamps were around to see the unladylike and clumsy moment. I could already tell who was on the other side of the door though, not that it would have been hard, what with Amisi's flustering and sudden loss of her normal well maintained cool. But I still had a connection to the man on the other side of the door, even though I had successfully removed his Sigillum , so the pull I could feel as I swung the door wide felt familiar.
    “Master of the City. How nice of you to pay a visit.” I smiled up at the undeniably handsome face of Gregor Morel.
    His eyes shone a quick flash of silver, then reverted back to their usual lazy grey. The Sigillum surrounding them making me have to fight not to lean forward and touch his cheek, run a finger down his scar on the right side of his face. He didn't half look good tonight. Impeccably dressed in an Armani suit, dark grey with a light grey shirt, high collar, no tie. He towered over me as he casually leaned his muscular bulk against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest.
    “ Sanguis Vitam Cupitor. What a pleasurable surprise.” His voice sounded delectable, like something you could eat.
    I doubted it was a surprise though, he would have known the instant I entered his city limits.
    “Would you like to come in? The lounge is over there,” I said, pointing to the cushions. “Oh, that's right, you know your way around, don't you?”
    He just growled, a mock angry vampire sound and pulled me unexpectedly into a hug. His strong arms going around my shoulders, his chin resting on my head.
    “I have missed you, ma petite chasseuse, ” he whispered in my hair.
    I don't know why, but I suddenly felt like crying. God dammit, but my eyes filled with tears and my nose got all snotty and my throat closed over. Crap.
    Gregor pulled back and leaned down to look at me. “Lucinda. What is wrong?”
    Oh, and here we go again. Couldn't I just hold on to some semblance of professionalism? Couldn't I put on a brave face and keep a few heartfelt secrets to myself?
    The answer was obviously no, because the tears kept coming and I sniffed in an undignified way and Gregor just led me further into the apartment and sat me down on a cushion, sliding onto one himself next to me, with all the grace of a sleek jungle cat.
    “ Tell me, ma cherie . Why the tears?” His hand held mine and I felt his thumb tracing swirls over my wrist, above my pulse. So calming, so warm, so longed for from Michel. But this wasn't Michel and even if Gregor and I had been more than just close in the past, I didn't want him. I wanted my kindred.
    More tears. Shit.
    “Oh dear, Lucinda. What has Michel done.” He said the words under his breath, but I heard him.
    “How do you know it's about