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and a flash of heat simmered through my brain. My scalp tingled. “Laurence! Elliott! Come here now !”
    The two vampires slammed into the room, tumbling over each other. They finally collapsed, hitting the floor hard, limbs tangled. Their eyes couldn’t get any wider.
    “On your feet!”
    They obeyed, leaping up like puppets on a string.
    Devereux walked us over to the couch and deposited me gently on the cushions. He stroked his hand across my forehead and my breathing calmed. Then, with a touch of his finger to the area between my eyes – what he called my third eye – the terrible vision faded from my psyche and my neurons fired again. Now, instead of being the victim of a bloody slaughter in the catacombs, I was safely in my house. My heart rate slowed, and I unclenched my fists, scanning the room to make sure I’d actually made it home.
    “I am sorry, Kismet.” Devereux pulled me in for a hug. “I did not know they would go so far in their childish attempts to amuse themselves. I keep hoping they will learn from their mistakes. I promise they will be punished.”
    I tried to speak, but couldn’t, so I just nodded.
    Devereux moved faster than I could see. “What have you done?” He lifted both vampires up by the fronts of their shirts. He shook them, causing their heads to bob back and forth like those dolls in the back windows of cars.
    I knew I was starting to feel better because my first thought was to wonder if there was anything called Shaken Vamp Syndrome . Probably not.
    “Answer me!” Devereux roared.
    “We were playing a joke, Father,” Elliott whined.
    “Just a bit of a lark. No harm done!” Laurence tried for false bravado and failed.
    “No harm done? Look at Kismet.” Devereux turned toward me, spun the vampires, and grabbed the backs of their shirts.
    They now dangled, boneless, over where I sat on the couch, their feet inches from my face.
    “Does she appear to have enjoyed your stupid prank?”
    When they didn’t answer, he shook them again. “Does she?”
    “No, Father,” they wailed together.
    “This is beyond intolerable. Tell us what you did.”
    They both started talking over each other. “Entranced her... planted visions in her head... used our powers to scare her... lied about you... catacombs... death ritual... drink all her blood... bones of your women... Paris butchery... just thought it was funny... we were bored and we made a bet...”
    “Stop!” Devereux stepped back and heaved them onto the floor. They curled into fetal positions and whimpered.
    I watched the show in front of me, my eyebrows bunched together in a frown, getting angrier by the minute. Assholes. It was the truth and I didn’t care who read it in my mind. How dare they entrance and traumatize me for kicks and giggles? Maybe I could put out a contract on them and hire a hit vampire to show them what it feels like to be humiliated!
    Devereux joined me on the couch. He met my gaze, then pointed at Laurence and Elliott. “I do not know how to begin to apologize for their extremely poor judgment and atrocious behavior. I can only imagine what harm they have done to my standing with you and the trust we have been building. They will atone for their lack of civility and respect.” He glared at them. “Stand up!”
    They stumbled to their feet, lips pressed tightly together, eyes wary.
    “Laurence, tell Dr. Knight how sorry you are and be specific about what you are apologizing for.” Devereux’s tone of voice held a dangerous edge.
    “I... I’m sorry, Dr. Knight. Uh, Elliott and I thought it would be fun to give you the wrong idea about the trip Father has planned. We lied about everything, well, except the part about him taking you to Paris. There is no dark ritual in the catacombs. You’re his first human girlfriend. I guess we didn’t think it through very well.”
    “Elliott?” Devereux said in that same, ominous tone.
    “Er, yeah, Dr. Knight. Sorry. We thought we could catch up with you