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work and Owen would find a reason to go on if he had the two of them. Would she be able to live with herself, knowing that when Owen wasn’t with her, he was with Jack?
    Was some better than none?
    She swallowed her doubts. She’d wanted Owen for so long and here he was and she wasn’t moving. She had to take the first few steps…then maybe she could convince Owen that Jack should be involved…that he wanted to be involved even if he didn’t want to admit it. And that way neither of them would feel pushed to the side. In her mind it worked perfectly even though she’d never done anything as daring in her whole life.
    “Jack is concerned.” She stood up and walked around the desk, her fingers trailing along the wood. Smooth as silk, it would be cool against her skin.
    “Are you?” His gaze tracked the movement of her hand. The color faded from his eyes as desire rose.
    “I want to bite you. I have for years. Every time you sit near me, all I hear is your pulse.” She glanced up at him from under her eyelashes and hoped she sounded seductive and not desperate for a taste of her boss—or worse, like a groupie. Owen had never been keen on them, not like William.
    “Do you know what the ennui is?” He ran his fingertips up her arm as if he couldn’t resist touching her any longer. Maybe he couldn’t, as his body sought out what it needed.
    Katya nodded, her mouth dry even as her fangs ached to lengthen and slide into his skin. The heat in her belly coiled and tightened. She could have him…but could she pay the price? Did Jack looking the other way make what she was doing any better, or worse?
    “Then you know I have it.” He leaned against the desk. Talking about what could kill him as if they were discussing potential venues.
    “It can be controlled.” She stepped one leg between his and let her hand rest on his thigh, trying to act as if she knew exactly what she was doing. Her blood was rushing through her body and her heart was beating too fast. Lust or nerves, it didn’t matter, she couldn’t back out now or everything would be lost. Owen would be lost.
    He touched the pulse in her wrist. His fingers circled over the vein, sending shivers of desire over her skin. But he frowned as if concentrating on the simple motion. “And if I don’t like the solution?”
    “How do you know if you haven’t tried?” She lifted his hand and brought it to her lips, kissing his knuckles. Despite the life he’d lived, there wasn’t a scar on them. No one would put him at a day over thirty-five.
    Owen lifted his gaze. While his eyes were lightened with lust, his dark eyebrows were drawn together. “You know what it involves?”
    “Yes.” Before she could stop herself, she nipped the tip of his finger. Blood welled in a single ruby bead. She swept it up on her tongue, not sure what to expect from the blood of an ancient Vampire.
    Where Jack was sweet, Owen was earthy and heady as if she was tasting each year of his life in a single heartbeat. It was overwhelming and intoxicating and added fuel to the simmering lust running through her veins. A moan escaped her lips. She’d wanted him for so long and now he was hers if only for this moment.
    Owen shuddered, his eyes closing for just a breath as if he were fighting against the desire to feel her teeth sink into his skin. But she heard the change in his heartbeat and knew he wanted this as much as she did.
    But beneath the rush of etheric there was something missing from the taste of his blood. She licked the cut again, trying to work out what was strange.
    “You can taste the change,” he said without emotion, as if he were resigned to the fact he could die of boredom. It didn’t seem fair that he should have the ennui. He had everything so many people, Vampire and human, would want.
    “Yes.” That was it. While heady and rich, it lacked the spark of life she was used to in Vampire blood. He was dying, but not in any way a human doctor would recognize.
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