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would demand some answers. She wished she had some for him, but she didn’t. One hundred and fifty years was a long time to carry a torch and hold a grudge towards a man who hadn’t even known her name. To discover he’d thought about her, even remembered her, changed everything and nothing. So he remembered that girl, but she wasn’t that girl— not anymore. While the man that Roarke was now was the same man he’d been then—a wanderer, a player, someone she still couldn’t trust with her heart.
    She entered her tiny apartment, flipped on the light, and headed straight for the fridge. Despite the myths, vampires ate human food, could live off human food, and could go for quite awhile without blood. But with her being half-human, she could go forever without blood, except she would begin to age, her vampire strength fading until she fed again.
    She pulled out a steak, and popped it under her broiler. She’d cook it rare—a happy medium for her dual nature.
    While she waited for her food to cook, she decided to phone Roarke. She reached for her cell and dialled his number, patiently waiting while it rang.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Hello.”
    “Roarke?”
    He frowned. It wasn’t her. “What is it Kris?”
    He got into his car and turned the key.
    “We have a problem.”
    His hand tightened around his cell. “What kind of problem?”
    “I just got some disturbing info from one of my contacts. Word on the street is Les Anders wasn’t working alone.”
    “I’m listening.”
    “It seems Jensen and Les were lovers. Jensen wasn’t just some strip joint owner running a couple of prostitutes in the back.”
    Roarke hadn’t thought he was, but when they’d question him, Les never let on that he had a partner.
    “You got any proof?”
    “I got an eye witness that’s willing to testify she saw Les and Jensen dump the body of our last victim.”
    “That’s good. Now we just got to find Jensen and bring him in.”
    “That’s the other reason why I called.” Something in Kris’ voice had alarm bells ringing in his ear.
    “What is it Kris!” he barked.
    “I have a feeling Jensen is going to seek out Jasmeene. I tried to call her—”
    “You have a feeling?” He cursed when Kris remained silent. Fucking clairvoyant shifter. “Keep calling her, and call me the moment you get her!”
     
    Jasmeene shot out of her chair, her lips curling above her fangs when she felt a sinister presence inside her apartment.
    “How did you get in here?”
    Jensen circled her, his eyes were wild, his incisors visible. “My secret,” he said with a smirk.
    Her phone rang, drawing his attention. That split second was enough. She slammed into his chest, crushing several ribs with the force of her blow. He screeched in pain, his hand clutching her hair. She ignored the throbbing in her head, and pinned him, her fist slamming into jaw.
    “You fucking bitch!” he screamed at her. “You ruined everything!”
    He ripped out several strands of her hair, and she pummelled him harder. He tried to buck her, but she was stronger. She’d been born a vampire, the blood of her mother more ancient, more powerful than any in the world. Jensen had been turned—he was no match for her, especially when she was this crazed with rage. The bastard had pulled out tufts of her hair!
    Her knuckles broke through his jaw and he slumped beneath her, unconscious. He wouldn’t stay that way for long, so she cuffed him to her water pipe and took a sip of his blood from his wrist. If he got away she’d be able to track him.
    Her phone rang again and she moved towards it, but stopped when her front door crashed in. She attacked, slamming the intruder to the floor. He released a deep grunt and she growled at him until she realised who it was.
    “Roarke?”
    She rolled off of him.
    “Why didn’t you answer your fucking phone.” He groaned as he shuffled to his feet, a slight wince marring his handsome face.
    “I was just a little busy.” She gestured