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or the half-dressed, heavy-eyeliner look. So last decade, apparently. Yet there were millions who disagreed.
    Women loved Lucinda’s Lover.
    Vampires loved whatever was theirs.
    She opened a couple of online newspapers and read the entertainment section. The launch of Deception seemed to have gone down well. And the free single, Gutted, was getting airplay and rocketing up the charts.
    Aidan would be pleased since it was one of his compositions. He’d written it during his wife’s fight for life and subsequent transformation into a Were-seal. Despite the obvious difficulties with a Vampire-Were relationship, they were going strong.
    She smiled as she read about the success as if it were her own…well, it kind of was. Owen ran the band and she helped. She’d been part of two albums. Her breath hitched in her throat. If the next couple of days didn’t go well, all that would change. She could lose her job as well as Owen and Jack as friends. The imagined loss pierced her heart and she knew she’d never be able to resign. She’d be here until Owen told her to leave.
    The next review stopped her cold. The only thing that scared Vampires in this day and age was the media noticing when they didn’t age. With all the technology, staying below the radar was becoming harder—even since she’d been alive, she’d noticed the changes. For the Lucinda’s Lover guys, it must be a real shock they were no longer able to move town and start again. These days, Fendrake had to update driver’s licenses and adjust birth certificates on a regular basis.
    This article included photos from ten years ago. A comparison of each band member. While hairstyles had changed and the number of piercings Etienne had varied, none of them had aged a day.
    “Ah crap.” That was not going to go down well. In fact, Owen wasn’t going to hit the roof, he was going to go through it. They’d always been so careful to keep the performance separate from their lives so they could walk away and disappear. But if the media was noticing their persistent youthfulness, it was going to spread. “Oh no.”
    This time cold pinched her heart and didn’t let go. Lucinda’s Lover was going to have to end. The one thing Owen loved above all else, the one thing that was keeping him connected to the world was over. Without music, he’d become lost in the ennui.
    “Did we not get glowing reviews?”
    Katya glanced up and couldn’t find a word to say.
    Owen stood in the doorway, looking nothing like his onstage persona of Sirius in the photos. She preferred the man to the showman…although she didn’t mind the leather pants. He strode into the room and turned the laptop to face him. He read the article, his lips thinning. Katya said nothing.
    He grunted and turned the computer back around. When he looked at her, there was resignation in his eyes. “Well, I guess that was our last album.”
    “I’m sorry.” It was lame, but it was all she could manage.
    “It had to end. We all knew that.” He shrugged. “Besides, Etienne and Aidan want to spend more time at home.”
    “And you?”
    His eyes lightened a fraction as he looked at her, then he blinked and they were back to normal. “It’s probably a good time for me to take a break.”
    “Really?” She spoke too fast. That was the last thing she’d be recommending. Owen needed to immerse himself in living.
    “You and Jack have been talking about me.” He tilted his head, but he didn’t seem annoyed. “Where is Jack?”
    “Sleeping. He was up all night working,” she added as an afterthought. Then regretted it as Owen’s shoulders dropped. Had he hoped Jack would be downstairs to greet him?
    Then she realized Jack’s absence was deliberate. This was the opportunity she had to take. But her mind was on the dhampir upstairs sleeping. He knew what needed to be done and he’d left the door wide open, giving her as much room as she needed to win Owen over. She prayed Jack was right and this would