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tonight. But what shocked Sebastian as much as anything was the scent of Rhys all over this woman.
    Rhys wouldn’t normally interact with a wholesome mortal like this one. But Sebastian could smell not only Rhys’s scent, but also his desire heavy on her skin.
    What the hell happened in this alley tonight? And he thought he’d been having an exciting Christmas Eve.
    He bent and scooped up the female, hefting her onto his shoulder. Then he returned to his brother and balanced him on the other shoulder.
    It was times like this when being able to shift into shadows really came in handy. Wandering through the streets with a couple of unconscious people slung on your shoulders tended to raise a few eyebrows. Even in
New York
.
     
    Christian stood on the roof of the bar, peering down at his baby brother as he lifted Rhys and the female mortal and dissolved into shadow.
    Christian gritted his teeth. That may have been the only chance he’d ever have to kill his older brother, and that stupid mortal had ruined it. Rhys would never be caught off guard again, and Christian couldn’t take him without the element of surprise.
    He looked at the sky. The sun would be up soon. The sun that had killed Lilah .
    No, Rhys killed Lilah . It had just taken him a hundred years to make it happen. For Lilah to finally give up—and end her own existence. She’d risen from their bed and walked out into the blazing noonday sun.
    He didn’t know how, but Christian would make Rhys pay. He’d been patient this long. He could be patient as long as it took.
 
 
Chapter 4
     
    Rhys stretched. Damn, his muscles ached.
    Had he been working with one of his horses yesterday? His groggy, sleep-filled mind could not seem to recall.
    He supposed it did not really matter. He’d just stay in bed where it was nice and warm. With this nice and warm…
    Rhys sat upright and looked down at the woman sharing his bed.
    Ah, so this was why his body felt so tired. Although he did not recall bedding a woman last night. Had he been foxed? Had he and Christian gone on one of their wild sojourns to the gaming hells?
    He frowned. Was this woman a lightskirt ? He made it a practice to never bring whores back to his home. His sister, Elizabeth, was only seventeen. Plus, that was just bad show.
    He turned his attention back to the woman beside him. She did not look like any of the whores he’d known. Her face was turned slightly away from him, but he could still tell she wore no rouge on her lips, nor any of the other paint they put so liberally all over their faces.
    He tilted his head and cocked his eyebrow, studying her shiny dark hair, her tiny hands with smooth skin and tidy, short nails. A fresh, clean scent seemed to encompass her.
    She was also far too clean to be a whore.
    So who was she?
    He hesitated for a moment, then lifted the covers. His breath caught in his throat.
    The woman was naked except for three pale pink triangles, two of which barely covered her small, but nicely rounded breasts and the third covered between her legs. He could see the hint of dark curls through the translucent material.
    Perhaps she was indeed a whore. And from the look and smell of her, he must have paid a very pretty penny for her.
    Damn, Christian! His brother was supposed to make sure he did not do such decadent things.
    Wait. The reason he must be so hazy on the previous night had to be because he had been out celebrating his upcoming nuptials. Or rather trying to forget them.
    Betrothed to a savage American. He looked back at the lovely creature beside him. He certainly deserved a fine memory such as this to warm him at night when he was lying unsatisfied beside his beefy, American wife.
    And this little tart was truly beautiful.
    He reached out and touched her breast, teasing the shadow of her nipple through the thin material of her naughty little costume. Her nipple hardened instantly, poking greedily at his fingers.
    He smiled. She was delightful.
    He ducked his head