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with that vampire? He seems too old for you, but I get the feeling you two have…tangled.”
    Sadie held his stare and fought the rising surge of lust that swamped her, right along with his enticing scent. His physical attributes weren’t all that turned her on. Oh, no. His forthright tone and alpha-male confidence had her fangs begging to be freed. Killian possessed a powerful, commanding presence. It flipped every switch inside Sadie and made her want to throw him against the wall and see what he was hiding underneath all those clothes. He definitely wore too many.
    Damn it all to hell.
    â€œThat’s none of your business,” she said hastily. Too hastily. Shit. She’d tipped her hand.
    â€œMaybe not. But I’m asking anyway.”
    â€œFine. No,” she said quickly. Holding her ground, Sadie gripped the door handle so tightly she was afraid it might snap off. “I mean, yes, but it’s ancient history.”
    â€œYeah, he seems ancient.” Killian smirked. “Like I said, way too old for you.”
    â€œIs that so?” Sadie said through a laugh. In spite of the fact that he should be her natural enemy, she found herself charmed by his flirting. “Exactly how old do you think I am?”
    â€œTwenty-five.” Killian narrowed his eyes and quickly said, “No. I take that back. Younger than that. Twenty-two, maybe, but you’re definitely in your twenties.”
    â€œReally?” She arched one dark brow and her grin widened. She was thoroughly amused by this conversation. “And how long do you think I’ve been in my twenties?”
    â€œLonger than most.” Killian glanced over his shoulder at the idling limo and lowered his voice. “Tell me.”
    â€œA couple hundred years.” She shrugged. “Give or take. Honestly, after fifty, who’s counting? I mean, I don’t age. So it doesn’t really matter, does it? I stopped aging as soon as I was turned. At least my body did.”
    â€œHow did it happen?” Genuine curiosity laced his voice, and his brow furrowed as he folded his arms over his chest. “Your turn? I know that Olivia is your maker, but what exactly happened? I’d really like to know.”
    â€œYou don’t know much about vampires, do you, Mr. Bane?” Sadie swallowed the lump in her throat and the sudden tightening in her gut. What was it about this guy that made her body go haywire? Lots of people had asked about her turn story over the years without ever making her feel this uneasy. “Or vampire etiquette.”
    â€œI know some. Why?”
    â€œAsking a vampire to tell you the story of when they were turned is really personal.” Sadie bit back a moan as his scent grew stronger with each passing second and the tension in her belly loosened. Tension was replaced with simmering desire. “It’s not something you tell just anyone.”
    â€œOkay,” he said abruptly. He wagged a finger at her and winked. “You don’t have to tell me now, but you’ll tell me eventually.”
    â€œOh really?” Sadie cleared her throat. “That’s a hell of an assumption, Your Highness .”
    â€œYup.” Killian nodded and silence hung between them as a sidelong grin cracked that handsome face. “Now, back to that favor. Will you come to my club and give your honest opinion? How about tomorrow?”
    Sadie held his challenging stare as she weighed her options. Saying no would only make her look like a jerk, and it certainly wouldn’t do anything to help race relations. Saying yes would give her a chance to check out the competition and it would be politically correct. It was a win-win.
    â€œI can’t tomorrow. I have plans.” That wasn’t really true. She didn’t have anything going on outside of the usual business of the club, but he didn’t need to know that. He opened his mouth, probably to ask her what her plans were,