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but you know what? I do not care! My only regret was getting you two involved.” Ally replied.
     
    “So, um, how exactly did he turn you?” Trish asked sheepishly. She was not sure if she was ready to hear it, but might as well get all the facts out.
     
    Ally blushed and bit her lower lip. Being turned by Benedict was probably the most intimate and exciting experience, she had ever felt. If she had to relive that moment again, she would do so with no hesitation.
     
    “Well, just so we’re clear, Ben didn’t force his hand on me. In fact, on many occasions, he offered to take me home.”
     
    She began by telling the girls how Ben had been searching for his human mate for centuries. How despite being in an arranged marriage, he was determined to spend the rest of this long life with someone he loved. That night, at Flambé, he found her. It was Ally Korman.
     
    At first, Ally knew that he did not trust his luck. Perhaps, he thought it was a fluke. It was Halloween after all; maybe he concluded that Ally did not know that he was a real vampire. Maybe he concluded that she was intoxicated. Either way, Benedict was determined to test Ally, and he did so by leaving the bar. He knew that no human would willingly follow a vampire, unaware of it or not, unless she was truly mated for him.
     
    Once they reached The Silver Bullet, Benedict had the confirmation he needed. He watched as she strolled across the floor to meet him. Suddenly, she was yanked away from him. A screaming Banshee warned her to stay away from the man she was following. Confused, Ally tried to get away from her but she was too strong. Incredibly, she was slowly being dragged away… until Benedict showed up and stopped her.
     
    Ally opted to omit the part when he gave the Banshee red welts on her arm; she thought her friends had enough on their plate.
     
    She went on to explain how he drove his slick, black mustang to his condominium, and once at his place, Benedict told her about his people and their history. She admitted that she thought he was joking around. Surely, he was one of the best role-playing actors in town. However, he proved to be different.
     
    “How?” Trish asked.
     
    “He made me see a vision, but that’s a story for another time.”
     
    Ally pressed on. She was alarmed at how tired she felt. She hoped to get to the end of her tale before she collapsed out of sheer exhaustion. She told them that Benedict eventually asked to be his mate and that she accepted. She deliberately skipped over the details of their lovemaking. She kept it concise. She was afraid that if she had to re-live those moments, without being sure that she would see him again, it would undo her. She needed to stay strong and focused.
     
    “Finally, when we both climaxed, he pierced my wrist with his fangs.”
     
    Trish gasped, concerned. “Did it hurt?”
     
    “It’s not as bad as you’re making out to be. Honestly, it was pure bliss.”
     
    “How do you feel now?” Trish questioned.
     
    Before Ally had the chance to say how tired and depleted she was feeling, the metallic door at the end of the hall flew open. Ally heard the muffled cry of Trish and the gasp of Pam.
     
    Instantly, Ally stood and tried to peer through the dim light. Was it Moira? If so, she had a huge bone to pick with her. As she focused harder, narrowing her eyes, the room became clearer, lighter. Ally smiled smugly. Night vision? Awesome! I’m fucking superwoman.
     
    A silhouette started to form, and to her delight, it was Moira. Finally! She was garbed in a casual manner: Hiking boots, tight-fitting black jeans, topped with a black hoodie. Her platinum massive curls were enviously tied up into a high ponytail. Her eyes held the same expression as the last time she saw her: disdain, disapproval, and a hint of jealousy.
     
    Ally did not care and no longer wanted to play nice. She needed to know what time (or day!) it was. It was important that she knew how long she had been