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In fact, they are very anxious to meet you.” He gathered her up in his arms, eyes closing but not before giving her a tender kiss on the forehead.
     
    She stared at him. There was no way he could have fallen asleep that quickly. She watched for the rise and fall of his chest but saw no indication of movement. No soft breathing. His lips rested comfortably closed without the tiniest hint of flickering. For several minutes she continued her vigil waiting for him to end his sleeping ruse. Her heart hitched in her chest when he remained still. No one could keep still for that long or hold their breath for such an extended amount of time. His was a death sleep, but she knew he was very much alive. Kyra close d her own eyes wishing for lethargy to take hold. She needed to forget, if only temporarily. Needed to forget all she’ d seen, felt and done . Needed to forget the way her body betrayed her for his touch. Needed to forget the sweet taste of his blood on her lips.
     
    She groaned. The thought of drinking blood should have been repulsive, but his was like an intoxicating elixir that she wanted to get drunk on.
     
    Stop worrying yourself Kyra. Everything will be fine.
     
    Her eyes snapped open only to see he hadn’t moved an inch.
     
    “This is crazy,” she muttered to herself.
     
    The throaty chuc kle in her head sounded tired.
     
    She rolled her eyes, even in sleep he was annoying. You know I think you have this vampire thing backward, isn’t the night prime time for you?
     
    Normally yes, but you are not the only one going through a change meu dulciuri . Each blood exchange transforms both our bodies into something more, better than we were before. Without each other it would not be possible.
     
    I don’t understand.
     
    You will, but for now sleep your body needs the rest. One by one the torches went out, until the room was pitch black .
     
    Kyra wanted to ask more but sudden tiredness tugged at her until she fell into the blissful net of oblivion.
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Ch apter Five
     
     
    When Kyra awoke this time, there was no questioning the reality of the previous night. She knew the arms around her belonged to one Vilhelm Dumitri Dracul . Part of her acknowledged she should be frightened, angry even, instead of lying with him in utter darkness, reveling in the feel of his firm embrace.
     
    Her bonds were gone; she’d registered the fact almost immediately. So he hadn’t really been worried about her taking retribution while he slept.
     
    Cocky bastard , she thought. Speaking of which, one very large cock was pressed firmly against her back. Was he awake?
     
    How can you expect a vamp to sleep with all the senseless prattle going on in your head. It is enough to wake the dead, least of all a sensitive immortal like myself.
     
    Sensitive my foot, she retorted. And if my thoughts are bothering you so much, I can always go back to my room and you can stay out of my head . She moved to sit up but h er head thumped soundly again st something blocking her .
     
    “What the hell?”
     
    Dumitri stiffened at her sudden exclamation.
     
    S he reached above her; her hands came in contact with the same satin cushioning material that they laid on. “What is this?”
     
    “Don’t panic, Kyra. It is only the covering.”
     
    “Covering for what?” She tapped her knuckles against the material, feeling the hard barrier just underneath it.
     
    Dumitri didn’t answer, but the obstruction in question receded away, revealing the lit chamber they’d made love in. She stiffened as the bed they lay on began to levitate, pushing them up out of the depths of the…
     
    “ Coffin… you had me in a fucking coffin!” she yelled, bounding up and off the moving object.
     
    She stood in the middle of the cool chamber, getting her first true glimpse at what she’d assumed was only a bed. Although larger than your standard coffin there was no mistaking what the thing