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before getting control of his anger. It was a battle he’d fought hard to win—to keep that devil deeply hidden.
    He was also able to tolerate sunlight, which made him what his father’s people called a day-walker. It was his mortal blood that allowed the tolerance—the less-than-desirable side of him other vampires either despised or envied.
    Something else he’d inherited from his mother had been magical powers. He tended to use magic as opposed to physical strength more often than not, a fact that irritated his father to no end. He didn’t like what he became when he unleashed his vampire side.
    With a slight smile he reluctantly pulled from Tonya’s warm body and adjusted her skirt back over her legs. Tonya didn’t yet have the ability to hear his thoughts. He would have to join with her fully—bite her and let her bite him in return—before her mind would meld with his. It was the witch side of him that allowed him to sense her thoughts after sex—it was the witch side that knew she was his life mate.
    For a fleeting second he wondered if maybe she had a little witch inside her and just didn’t know it. It wasn’t unheard of for a natural witch’s powers to be suppressed due to lack of training. He also knew from Nicholas and Darien’s research on Rebecca that Tonya was an orphan as well.
    With a sigh, he wondered how all this with Rebecca would be handled. Tonya could be a problem. Touching his finger to her forehead, he placed memories in her mind of taking a taxi home and climbing into bed. As an afterthought he told her he wanted to see her again. And he did.
    Placing a soft kiss on her lips, he blinked and transported her back to her apartment then waited for Nicholas and Darien to emerge from Rebecca’s fantasy.
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Chapter Four
    Rebecca awoke and stretched lazily along the soft sheets beneath her. They felt so good, so much better than what she had at home. Her eyes popped wide open and she stared in confusion at the walls surrounding her. Sitting up, she studied the soft suede wall covering more closely. It looked to be about two shades lighter than the silk comforter covering her chilled and naked body.
    A dress lay across the foot of the bed along with underwear and shoes but what held her attention the most were the little windows resembling windows in an airplane.
    With trembling fingers she threw back the cover and walked the short distance to the window then jumped back with a strangled cry. She was in a plane—a plane in flight to God knew where.
    Glancing around for the clothes, she tried to remember what had happened the night before but couldn’t. The last thing she remembered was the amazing sex with the identical twins. She stopped short, holding the dress against her chest. Had they kidnapped her? Was that what happened?
    Blood pounded through her ears as she quickly threw the dress over her head then slipped on the underwear. Vaguely she realized the flowered material of the underwear matched the dress exactly but she didn’t take the time to examine it too closely. The dress didn’t require a bra, it had one built in, and she adjusted the underwire before dropping to the bed to slip on the sandals, the whole time keeping her eye on the closed door.
    Had they locked it?
    Slowly she crept toward it and put her ear to the door. All she could hear was the soft purr of the engines. Licking at her lips, she studied the doorknob, wondering if she should give it a try. If she did get out where would she go? She was flying god knows how many thousands of feet in the air.
    “Come out and join us, Rebecca,” a deep voice said from the other side of the door and she jumped back, a strangled gasp escaping her parted lips.
    The door opened by itself and she stood immobile, staring at the two men from her fantasy. They sat at a table, both dressed in black slacks and black turtlenecks, stretched tight across their wide shoulders.
    “We won’t bite. At least not hard, anyway,”