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and drawn up the Covenant in blood, which would bind both sides. They would have one thousand years to seek their wives, but if they failed to find them in that time, then they must return to her. Torr would again be at her side, and his brothers would marry Lilith’s daughters. Torr shuddered at the thought.
    But it wasn’t so easy. Lilith had made another stipulation. If eternal love truly existed then Soraya would know him. He had five days after meeting her again for Soraya to come to him of her own free will, and declare her love. In that time, Torr was not allowed to tell her the truth or reveal what and who he was. If he spoke of this then Soraya would be lost to him forever.
    He’d never doubted that Soraya would see him and remember their love.
    Until now.
    She shifted in her sleep, hugging the robe closer. He wanted to go to her, couldn’t help the feeling that time was running out, but she appeared exhausted with shadows under her eyes, and he liked her like this. Asleep, he could believe that Soraya was in his grasp; that everything would work.
     
    Day 2
     
    As dawn broke, he let himself into her room. She slept on. He guessed she’d gotten little rest during her stay at the police station and she was making up for lost time. In addition, a half-empty bottle of champagne stood on the coffee table beside her.
    Reaching across, he picked up the bottle and lifted it to his lips. The taste of her lingered on the glass and the once-familiar flavor of her filled him with heat.
    He sank onto the chair opposite the sofa and watched her, until her eyes finally blinked open. For a moment, they gazed at him sleepily, and a smile hovered somewhere close. Then she snapped awake and any hint of warmth vanished.
    “Hey, don’t I get any privacy?”
    “I knocked but there was no answer. I was worried,” he added smoothly, but was unsurprised when her eyes narrowed on him.
    “You and I need to get some ground rules sorted out.” She sat up, tugging the folds of the robe around her. “You’re in my space, and I don’t want to think you might be creeping up on me every few minutes.”
    He took another swig from the champagne bottle, leaned forward, and handed it to her.
    She eyed it warily but took it from him and lifted it to her lips. A jolt of heat hit him in the belly as she put the bottle in her mouth. Fascinated, he watched the movement of her throat as she swallowed. He shifted in the chair, crossing his legs. If she got any inkling of the effect she had on him, she would run so fast and so far, he might never catch up.
    She placed the empty bottle on the table between them. “So, are you here to tell me about this job?”
    “In a way.”
    She scowled. “Look, don’t go all freaking cryptic on me. Just tell me why the hell I’m here and what the fuck you want me to do. Some sort of con I guess.”
    “Not quite.”
    “Jesus.”
    She got up and stalked into the bedroom. Her little dog lay, curled up on the cream bedspread. It opened one eye, caught sight of Torr through the open door, and growled. Bella glanced around once and then slammed the door.
    Torr sat staring at it, the hardness of his erection subsiding.
    What seemed like seconds later, she emerged from the bedroom dressed in faded jeans, which fitted tightly to her narrow hips, and a black T-shirt with some sort of rock band logo on the front. She carried a pair of trainers and she plonked down on the sofa and pulled them on.
    She wasn’t planning on going out was she? They needed to talk. “Going somewhere?” he asked.
    “I have to take Skip for a walk, unless you like having your expensive carpets peed on.”
    Torr saw her point. He pulled out his cell phone and punched in a number.
    “Cade, I’ve got an important job for you.” He turned to look at Bella. “We need to talk.”
    A minute later, a knock sounded on the door. Torr stood up and crossed the room to open it. Bella came up beside him, the dog on a lead at her side. She peered