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leaders."
     
    After turning back to me, Daniel just looked deeply into my eyes for a moment with his own eyes holding a little twinkle. "Do you know how else I can tell that you're maybe still mentally recovering from being thawed?"
     
    I gave my head a little shake, curious.
     
    Daniel smiled. "You answered the door wearing only one sock. And the entire time the three of us have been visiting, you haven't even seemed to notice. Your feet are adorable, by the way."
     
    Having rendered me thoroughly flustered, embarrassed, and speechless, Daniel smiled again, gave my hand one final kiss, and then stood. "I'd like to plant a kiss along one of your delicate little arches the next time I see you. That will be just my starting point."
     
    With that, he turned and strode away to join Abbott, leaving me sitting in my chair with a feeling of something electric racing through me from my head to my toes. But that feeling of electricity suddenly stopped when Abbott spoke to me over his shoulder as he left the living room.
     
    "I don't think we'll be back tonight, Harper. Unfortunately."
     
    I mentally swore in frustration at The Saints. If one of their damned spies hadn't gotten caught, I would have soon been enjoying what I had a feeling would be the most sexually satisfying night of my life.
     
    But then I remembered that The Saints weren't my enemies. The two men I was so eager to hop in the sack with were. They were the ones responsible for killing my coven family. Dedrick had even suggested that it had likely been them personally. Clark hadn't said that he thought it had or hadn't been them personally, but he had said that he was sure that the slaughter hadn't happened without the two leaders' direction or at least approval.
     
    Once I heard my apartment door close behind Abbott and Daniel, I all but flew up from my chair and began pacing, irate with myself. It was one thing if I basically had to sleep with the two of them to get them to trust me in order for me to accomplish my mission, but wanting to sleep with them was a different thing entirely. I couldn't believe I'd allowed myself to want to.
     
    All I could think of in my defense was that maybe Daniel had cast some kind of a spell over me that had made me especially susceptible to the feel of his fingers on my skin. I knew that was a stretch, though. Other than possessing superhuman strength that gave them the ability to, among other things, hurl each other hundreds of feet in the air, vampires typically didn't possess any skills as far as spells and wizardry. It seemed much more likely that I had just let myself fall prey to some very human, very sensual feelings.
     
    After pacing around the living room for a few minutes with my anger at myself only increasing, I opened the glass French doors in the middle of a wide row of windows and stepped out onto the balcony, hoping that some bracing late-autumn air might cool me off a bit.
     
    And cool me off a bit in more ways than one. To my extreme irritation, images of the large bulge in Abbott's jeans had been stubbornly flashing through my mind the entire time I'd been pacing.
     
    Placing my hands on the high, wrought-iron railing surrounding the balcony, I looked down on the city, trusting that the view from the thirty-ninth floor would be enough to distract me from the unwanted thoughts spinning around in my head. I wasn't the kind of person who was absolutely terrified of heights and looking down from high places, but I was the kind of person who felt plenty enough rattled by it, usually just enough to get my mind focused on the distance between me and the ground, and nothing else.
    It was now late afternoon, and because it was November, the sun was already sinking low, painting the few dozen skyscrapers around me in shades of brilliant orange and gold. The skyscrapers were all on the shorter side, each of them being anywhere from thirty to fifty stories tall. In "my" day, some of them might have even been