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bridled, enjoined from doing any harm to Anne on pain of death. She was furious with this decision and Marcus knew she would do everything in her power to bend the rules to suit her liberal interpretation of them. Although not accepted into her new family, Anne was a now a golden vampire, one of the rarest breeds in the universe, and had to be protected at all costs since Marcus could not interfere with her life.
     
    He could not wait until he could get back to Anne and make sure her habits weren’t getting her into trouble. Although vampire, she was still an innocent, and it would be days before he could begin to properly train her. He traced to the Island of Majorca, where Anne had rented a room in a converted monastery, which was now a hotel.
    Yet, he still wondered about the boy and Maya’s bleeding. No, blood was never wrong. There was no precedent anywhere that Marcus could remember where one man had been fated to two females. Try as he could, he just didn’t feel anything for Maya.
    He put the worry aside as he anticipated finding his female again. He was counting the minutes until he could appear to her in the flesh. Would she recognize the fating as he had?
    So much to look forward to.
    Just twenty-one days to go.
     

Chapter 5
     
    Robert bolted up in bed. Something was wrong. Sun streamed in through the windows of the dingy motel room like an unkind nurse had switched the light on for an unwelcomed evaluation. He had no idea where he was. Didn’t remember checking into the place. He waited for a minute, listening, waiting for who knows what, and then he realized it. His neck hurt like a son of a bitch.
    He rolled out of bed and felt the back of his throbbing neck. His fingers came back bloody.
    Now what the fuck happened?
    With his left hand, he rubbed just under the hairline and found that area swollen, tender, and probably black and blue. The front of his neck was bulging with little bumps too.
    I don’t remember a goddamned thing about this.
    It was a week after the disastrous wedding. He was beginning to get tired of Monika’s constant begging for his time, although at first he’d been thrilled. They’d had a little row, so he and Gary had gone to the topless bar and picked up a couple of girls. He’d spent the night with the dark-haired one. At least, he thought he had. Surprised to see the bed sheets stained with spatters of blood, he mumbled to himself, “Whose blood is that? Mine?”
    The girl’s side of the bed wasn’t even warm. She’d ditched him. He didn’t even remember falling asleep. Could he have hurt her? Could the blood be partially hers?
    This was way over the top. Things were getting stranger by the minute.
    He heard a sound from the bathroom and wondered if perhaps she was still there. He walked on tiptoes, naked, to the bathroom, then stood still. Christ. Even his pecker was sore.
    Overuse.
      He couldn’t remember how many times he came. It was like he’d gone going in and out of a drunken stupor. The girl was insatiable, he remembered that. He couldn’t remember her name or even what she looked like, except for those red lips and a funny smile. And she liked to lick him . . . in places. If she was in the bathroom, would she look like some of the girls he used to pick up in a dark bar who were uglier than sin the next morning in the light of day?
    Robert, you need help.
    The bathroom door squeaked open from a gentle touch of his palm and he found the source of the noise. A cotton curtain flapped in the breeze of an open window.
    His shoulders dropped as he sighed, scratched his scalp at the back of his head, and endured the dull pain.
    If any of the boys heard about this, they’d have thought he had a guardian angel. What any one of them wouldn’t give for a woman like his date last night, what’s-her-name hot pants. Totally horny, easily turned on by the slightest little thing he did. It really was too much, he thought as he stepped into the bathroom.
    And then he