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didn’t need any music but the song his kiss had sung to her.
    “Off,” she commanded the electronic system which monitored her voice and controlled the stereo and all the appliances in the flat.
    Alone in the center of her bedroom, the silence fell stunningly rough and smothering upon her.  She shed her tee shirt and stepped out of the skirt, kicking off her heels.  Naked, she wandered around the bed, which spilled over with deep purple satins and silks.
    Hugging herself she closed her eyes and tilted back her head.  “Johnny,” she whispered, and again, his sexy smile imprinted into her being.  She hadn’t felt so light in a long time.  It felt almost too wondrous to hold onto.
    Almost.
    “I’ll be careful,” she whispered.  “He’ll never know.  And if the dark prince does find out, let him try to stop me.”
    Yet she knew Himself could crush Johnny as easily as clapping his hands.  Dare she risk the charming vampire’s life to fulfill her own wicked pleasures? 
    She desired the giddiness of his kiss once more.
    And then, once again.
    And with that, the promise of something hopeful and perhaps even, escape.
    Crawling between the sheets, she snuggled into the lush goose-feather pillows and fell asleep instantly.
    And in the darkness something fluttered.  The tattoo on Kambriel’s shoulder lifted a wing, peeling away from her skin.  It ascended into flight, its wings catching the moonlight in the crimson scales.
    ***
    Deep within his lair, Himself received the nightwings.  Two landed upon his eyes and their antennae drilled into his pupils, transmitting a recording of the day’s events.  He looked forward to reviewing Kambriel’s show at Club l’Enfer.  After the show she’d grabbed a bite from one of the many hundreds of fang junkies who watched her show.
    Another soul for him, safely stored within Kambriel until the body died.  He did so enjoy collecting.
    But what was this?
    Himself curled his fists about the end of his throne, his talons scratching the adamant metal harvested from Beneath.  Another vampire.  Nothing new.  She caroused with all sorts.  None of them meant a thing to her.  She belonged to him.
    Just another fling? he wondered of the bold vampire who dared to kiss her—on her mouth.  He was rarely allowed such intimacy.  He would not have access to the man’s thoughts until she had bitten him.  And why had she not?  She never engaged unless it was to feed her insatiable hunger.
    Annoyed, he grasped the nightwings off his eyes and crushed them.  Himself flung the refuse away and growled lowly, sinking into the throne and kicking out a hoof against the imp that crouched nearby.  The creature squealed and scrambled off into the inky darkness.
    The vampire would suffer for this.

     
    Chapter Four
    Kam tugged on a chemise.  The feather-light silk fell to her thighs.  Sheer black silk stockings tied at her thighs with red bows, and…six inch black patent leather heels.  Shoes made her feel powerful and sensual, and the higher the heel the sexier she felt.  She wasn’t sure what dress she wanted to wear tonight…
    Spreading her hands up through her hair, as she pulled her fingers through it, the long locks coiled and curled as if she were styling it with a hot iron, yet all she need do was a quick fluff.  That’s how her life worked.  Being the Dark’s girlfriend had its benefits.  Most days.
    Footsteps trod through her bedroom and paused at the doorway to the walk-in closet.  Stiffening, her spine elongating, she recognized his sulfur and ashes scent.  Not a terrible odor, but uniquely his.
    Glancing over a shoulder she smiled at the tall man with long black hair dusting his elbows.  He wore no shirt because she preferred him that way.  Showed off his muscular chest and impossible abs.  Black leather pants.  Always. And no shoes.  It was her image of sexy.  Her greatest temptation.  Himself always appeared to others as their temptation.
    Unless he