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the mate idea or why it held such importance for him. My mind went fuzzy, like I’d imbibed more than a few cocktails, but I hadn’t had any alcohol all night. Could they be telling the truth? No! It isn’t possible!
    “Dr. Knight?” Laurence snapped his fingers in front of my eyes.
    “I think she’s gone into shock,” Elliott concluded. “Maybe we went too far.”
    Laurence smacked my cheeks lightly with his palms. “Well, damn. Who knew she was so easily entranced?”
    I tried to move my lips to tell him to stop slapping me, but I couldn’t.
    “Should we stop?” Elliott asked. “Snap her out of it?” He lifted my hand and dropped it onto the table top with a dull thud.
    “What? You want to give up before the game is finished?” Laurence answered.
    “I guess not. But we’d better hurry.”
    I heard the words, that this was a game, but it didn’t register. Nothing did. Only fear.
    Laurence returned his gaze to me. “Look at me, Dr. Knight. We need to make sure you understand how important it is that you run away. Under no circumstances should you go to Paris with Devereux. If you do, you’ll die. Do you understand?”
    I wanted to laugh at them, and insist I didn’t believe a word, but my brain wouldn’t cooperate. Visions of dead bodies danced in my head. My eyes found Laurence’s and I couldn’t look away. Terror seized me. My jaw clenched and the sound of the bass guitar suddenly pulsed along the bones of my head, making me dizzier. Waves of fear crashed through my body and propelled me from the booth. With a silent scream, I elbowed my way through the club, heading for the front door. I have to escape. Get away from Devereux. Change my name. Move to another state – another country. Receive electroshock therapy so I can forget everything.
    “Wait! Dr. Knight, come back!” Familiar offspring laughter followed me as I pushed frantically through the crowd.
    Stumbling on rubber legs, I’d just reached the large entryway to the club, when a hidden panel slid open in the wall. Devereux and Luna stepped out. Quickly detouring so they wouldn’t see me, I pressed myself into a shadowy corner behind a coffin containing a life-like Bela Lugosi. Holding my breath, I waited for them to pass. But instead of moving on, he faced her, his voice stern.
    “You will be in charge of the club in my absence. Do not interrupt my trip unless it is absolutely necessary.”
    “As you wish, Master. You’re taking her to Paris?”
    “Yes. It is time.”
    “Good, at least she’ll be handled. You know what I think—”
    “Yes. Your opinion is well-known.”
    Oh. My. God. Laurence and Elliott were right! I held my breath and hoped my bladder wouldn’t bail. Had someone dosed my bottled water?
    Devereux took a step toward the main portion of the club and stopped. His head jerked in my direction. “Kismet? What are you doing back there?”
    Knowing there was no shadow deep enough to hide me from his vampire sight, I shrieked, ran toward the front doors, and burst out into the cool air. I kept replaying Laurence’s warning that if I went to Paris with Devereux, I would die. Logically, no facts were involved. All Devereux had said was that we hadn’t had much time to travel together. He’d never mentioned anything about France. But, regardless, my entire body contracted in fear.
    Shit, shit, shit! I barely made it down the stairs, when Devereux manifested in front of me and scooped me into his arms. The next thing I knew, we were standing in the living room of my townhouse.
    “Why are you trembling? What happened?” He snuggled me closer to his chest.
    “I... I... don’t want to die in the catacombs.” I sniffled and tried to catch my breath, imagining myself being hacked to pieces by a ritual knife. The visual was so potent, I couldn’t shake off the horrible scene. I actually felt the blade slicing into my skin and watched the blood spurting from severed veins.
    “Die in the cata—” He narrowed his eyes