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unwanted. That should teach her to let lust get the better of her. Maybe she’d misjudged him.
    When he closed the door, his features had softened. “Get dressed and meet me in the dining car. You need something to eat.” He tugged his shirt over his head and left her alone and more confused than ever.
    And I thought only women suffered from PMS.

Chapter Four
    Luc pressed his forehead against the cool pane of the window just outside the berth, hoping to ease the ache of his head. Daniela was becoming far more complicated than he could have possibly imagined. The steady thump in his chest testified to that. What the hell was going on?
    I should not have given in to temptation.
    But instead of being repentant, he still craved her. His lips had sat poised on her neck, his fangs ready to pierce the succulent vein that throbbed under his tongue. Thank God he’d caught himself in time. A monster like him didn’t deserve her tenderness. He deserved her hatred, and based on the look of shock on her face when he left the berth, he was well on his way to earning it.
    But one question still plagued his mind. Why was his heart beating? Was it a warning of some sort? Or something far more ominous?
    As he made his way to the dining car, he dug out a rumpled business card from the back of his wallet. The Kavanaugh Foundation for the Arts. He snorted. Who did Morwen think she was fooling with this false front to her organization of vampire hunters and witches? He flipped it over and studied the faded numbers on the back. He’d received it decades ago. Was the number still active?
    He slowly dialed it, wondering if he was asking for more trouble with each button he pressed. Three rings later, her musical voice answered. “Hello, Luc. I wondered when I’d hear from you.”
    He jerked to a stop in the middle of the corridor. “How did you know it was me?”
    “Besides the fact that very few people have this number and even fewer would call from a French city code?”
    A chuckle eased some of the tension from his muscles, and he sank into a chair at an empty table. “Caller ID takes away some of the surprise, I guess.”
    “Partly, but there’s also the fact that I spent the greater part of an hour last night convincing Daniela she could trust you without revealing what you are.”
    “You can’t reveal my secrets without revealing your own.”
    Her voice lost some of its Welsh charm and turned cold and businesslike. “I suppose you’ve called to tell me where you hid the Staff of Octavius.”
    “Wrong.” He shifted in his seat and glanced around the mostly empty car. He would’ve preferred having this conversation in private, but hopefully no one would overhear him and think he was a raving lunatic. “I want to discuss something of a more personal nature, and I was hoping you might be able to help me.”
    “Are you going to tell me where the staff is?”
    “Always looking out for what you want, huh, Morwen?”
    “Perhaps you don’t understand what’s at risk, Luc.” Even from the other side of the world, her anger seemed to sizzle through the phone, but he doubted her magic could reach him from that distance.
    “On the contrary, I understand all too well what’s at risk. That’s why I took the trouble to find it and hide it from the likes of Hitler and Mussolini. I’m the only one who knows its location, and I can’t use it, unlike a couple of witches I know. It’s safe.”
    “It would be safer in my possession.”
    “I’m not so certain about that.” He flagged down a waiter and ordered two glasses of wine. “But back to my concerns. You’re the only person I know of who can answer my question. Can someone like me have a beating heart?”
    Silence filled the airwaves for nearly half a minute, followed by a string of words in a language spoken centuries before he was born. “You’re not mocking me, are you?”
    He placed his hand on his chest and still felt the dull thump on the left side, although now it