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top. She hoped she’d never have to use it, but it did provide a much-needed sense of security.
    They emerged together into the waiting room, where Mrs. Peterson was clutching a miserable looking toy poodle dressed in a pink satin jacket. She eyed both of them and smiled broadly.
    “Good morning, Dr. Ana, Mr. Gullwolff.”
    “Good morning, Mrs. Peterson.” Matt offered a boyish smile and tipped his head, earning a glowing smile from the older woman.
    “I’ll send one of the boys over later to move the rest of those boxes for you, Ana.”
    Both Ana and Mrs. Peterson watched Matt’s retreating figure.
    “Oh, Dr. Ana!” the older woman twittered. “I think he likes you!”
    “He’s a good friend, Mrs. Peterson,” Ana clarified in an attempt to nip that rumor right in the bud.
    “Of course, dear,” she said, still grinning from ear to ear. “Whatever you say...”

Chapter 6 – Come to My Web...
    E very year, the Mythic Masquerade Ball was held at the Mythic Community Center on the eve of the summer solstice. It was one of the few days celebrated by the vast majority of Extraordinaries for very different reasons, and open to the entire town, humans included.
    But the after party at Vlane Masterson’s palatial estate, which most considered to be the real event, was by invitation only. Who might receive the much sought-after, hand-delivered expensive vellum was a constant source of speculation. No one knew the criteria used to create the list, only that wealth, notoriety, and social status had little to do with it. An invitation one year certainly did not guarantee one the next.
    There were, however, a respectable amount of “regulars” (mostly immortals) who came to enjoy Vlane’s exceptional and generous offerings. Since Vlane was quite sure he had never come across whomever, or whatever, had disrupted his rigidly static existence so spectacularly, he didn’t bother with them. That cut down the list considerably, leaving only a sparse dozen or so female newcomers.
    By the end of that first week, they had managed to eliminate all but three.
    “What of the others?” Vlane asked, feeling an immense sense of relief when the vapid blonde was finally ushered over the threshold (rather reluctantly on her part). It had only taken a moment for him to realize she had been invited as a boon to Kristoff, who had heard the woman was especially skilled in various forms of unusual erotic play, a fact Kristoff later confirmed with a smug smile and a gleam in his eye.
    Armand examined the list, though they had long since committed it to memory. They had thought of little else. Living as long as they had and finding something so truly puzzling, quite possibly the only real threat they had faced in centuries, presented an irresistible challenge.
    “Marilyn Connors is currently in the hospital, the result of a car accident several days ago. She is in a semi-private room, but her roommate was discharged earlier today, so we should have no difficulty slipping in tonight to speak with her.”
    Vlane nodded. “Very well.”
    “Trudy Anderson seems to have vanished,” Kristoff said with a frown. “She was last seen with some of Karthik’s demons at Seven Circles .” Seven Circles was a BDSM nightclub on the outskirts of Mythic, a popular place for those who had hardcore hungers. “Word is, she seeks to become permanent staff.”
    Translation: she was willing to sell her soul to the demon lord for the chance of eternal youth. Vlane wondered if she knew Karthik required a minimum of one hundred years indentured service as part of his price for immortality. Vlane sincerely hoped the woman he sought was not Trudy Anderson. Much, if not all, of the potent life energy he’d sensed would be drained from her well before her time was up.
    “Karthik is the possessive sort,” Vlane mused aloud. “He’s not likely to respond if he believes we have more than a passing interest in the girl. Talk to him directly. Assure him that I