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but not enough to worry over. Darcy finished her stretch. Wow. She felt good. Like her entire body was aglow still from the aftermath of extreme sexual satiation. Sensual bliss. Carnal pleasure. Gratification on an inconceivable level. Double wow. That was the best dream she’d ever had. She’d never experienced such an erotic level. And that man! That Thanos fellow. Holy shit. He was the most gorgeous thing she’d ever seen. Or imagined. His hands and body were beyond any fantasy – on any level. Making love to him left her more than breathless. And what he could do with his tongue and mouth defied description. Darcy slid a tongue over her lips, tasting salt...no. It was more like...
    Blood?
    Wait a minute.
    Her hands splayed outward from her body, finding nothing but more cool, unbending, and slick surface. Darcy sat, as if she did sit-ups for hours on end every day. Without one bit of effort. Not one grunt. Nothing. That was odd. There was a lot of light coming through the ceiling area somewhere above her, but it wasn’t like the daylight through their tent walls. This was a more diffused glow, and it shed light down on what looked like light-colored marble columns amid bits of off-white, diaphanous draping.
    Uh oh.
    Darcy shoved off the platform. She’d been atop what looked like a big slab of polished rock, and what felt like cool tiles were beneath the soles of her feet. If she was still in a dream state, it was unbelievable. And if she was awake, it was even more unbelievable. It just wasn’t possible.
    Because vampires did not exist.
    Period.
    Darcy unfurled herself from yards of material, discovered nothing except a few bruises, gasped, and then wound the sheet-thing back around her, yanking one shoulder into a knot. She probably looked like an ancient Greek, but she knew how to tie a toga. She’d been to toga parties. It wasn’t hard. But everything in this room seemed that way. Hard. And cool to the touch. And aglow with yellow and pink tones from the light source overhead.
    She padded across the floor, shoving drapes aside in her quest for a door, and finally found one with an ornately carved jamb, and an even more ornate top cornice piece. Damn. It was like she’d awakened in Mount Olympus or something. Maybe this was yet another dream.
    And she could go with that.
    The hall outside was rock-hewn, but smooth to the touch. And cool. And vaguely familiar. Darcy stood for a moment, debating. Should she go left or right? Toward the dark or to the light? That’s it, Darcy. Choose already. You want Hades or Olympus? There was the slightest humming sound coming through halls. She couldn’t tell from where it emanated. She concentrated to hear better, but the moment she did that, all kinds of sounds bombarded her. Worst of all was the sound of her pulse in each ear. Like a whoosh of sea wave or something. And it kept getting louder. Faster. Strident. She’d never had such acute hearing. She wasn’t at all sure she liked it.
    Screw that. She didn’t need to ask. She detested it. And her vision was worse. Or better. Depended on her outlook. She had ultra vision, or something. She could practically make out each granule comprising the rock in the opposing wall.
    She’d head toward the light on her right. Time enough to visit the Hades portion of her dream. Or nightmare. And if she was lucky, she’d find a stock of stiff ouzo. Or at the very least, a giant mug of really thick coffee. Darcy started walking, skimming the floor with little effort, passing niche after niche. Yep. They were just like she’d seen last night...or whenever she’d started on this trip off Planet Earth. The rock walls had recessed areas spaced about eight feet apart on alternating sides of the corridor. Each one contained a display of weaponry on a scale that would have Lizbeth salivating, just before she spewed useless facts. Each shield was unique and really eye-catching, as if an artist had designed and fashioned it. That wasn’t