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footboard of the gigantic
bed that took up a good portion of the room. His stance was casual, but she had
a feeling he was baiting her.
    “Make those fake fangs go away.”
    “I have control over them. They come and go as I want them
to. At least, most of the time.” He winked at her. “I know you’re having a hard
time believing this, but they’re not fake.”
    “Oh, okay.” Yeah, this made a whole lot of sense. Not only
was he a vampire with razor sharp fangs, they conveniently disappeared when he
didn’t want them there.
    “I can prove it.”
    She shook her head, not sure she liked the sound of that. “Just
knock it off, okay?”
    She turned away from him and looked out the window again. It
was now completely dark outside, the inky blackness a sharp contrast to the
bright lamps in the bedroom. Her eyes widened at the sight of her reflection in
the glass. She looked like she’d been run over by a dump truck.
    Her hair was matted in some places, snarled in others, her
clothes were impossibly wrinkled, and there was more mascara running down her
cheeks than there was on her eyelashes. The least Marco could do after he’d
kidnapped her was give her a hairbrush and a washcloth. Self-consciously
swiping a hand through her ratty hair, she turned to ask him for something to
wash up with.
    She screamed when she bumped into a solid wall of male
chest. Stumbling back, she looked up at Marco and blinked hard. How did he get
there? Just a second ago, he’d been standing halfway across the room. “How did
you do that? Is this some kind of trick?”
    “I can move very quickly and silently when I want to.”
    “But you…I…no, no, no .”
    “As you will find out, sweetheart, some of your little human
legends are fairly close to the truth.”
    She gulped. “Do you teleport around or something?”
    “Not exactly.” He leaned over her neck and drew a deep
breath, shaking his head as he moved away. “It’s more a matter of being in
total control of myself. I can move across short distances faster than your
eyes can follow.”
    She gaped at him, not able to form a single coherent
sentence. Two things registered in her mind—one, the man was either very quick
or some kind of an illusionist, or two, she might want to start rethinking her
views on the existence of vampires.

Chapter Five
     
    Marco had walked out of the room soon after the little show,
giving Amara some time to let it all sink in. She needed some time to think
about everything before she accepted him for what he was. He could see in her
eyes that she wanted to believe him, but something was holding her back. Most
likely, her Hollywood lifestyle had jaded her so much she no longer believed in
anything but her next paycheck.
    In a way, she wasn’t the only one who was jaded. He’d lived
a long time, and he’d seen a lot of things that made him angry. He’d been angry
enough to kill many times, though he’d never given in to the temptation.
    He’d never kidnapped anyone, either.
    When had this situation gotten out of control? He really had
no excuse for what he’d done. He shouldn’t have taken her, but he’d gotten so
agitated, so obsessed that he’d snapped. He’d had a few occasions in his life
where he’d been close to blind with fury, but only one other instance came close
to this. It was one he’d tried most of his life to forget, but knew he never
would.
    This was absolute madness. He should let her go back to her
life, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to do it. When he was close
to her, he couldn’t account for his actions. Her arrogance spurred his anger
and curiosity even more, and her fear enticed him in a way it shouldn’t.
    What upset him the most was how much he wanted her. He
thought getting close to her, learning that she wasn’t the woman he’d thought she
was, would be enough to turn him off. She wasn’t what he’d thought, but
it didn’t help get her out of his head. There was something about her that