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shirt that she tied at the waist, and a long skirt slit up both sides. She hit the books as soon as she was dressed, keeping a watch on the clock so she could make it to the cove around six, which was the time Sebastian usually showed up.
    Now she stared at the items on the table. “Those are for vampires, moron. If you wrote about a heroine using garlic on a zombie, you’d think she was nuts.”
    Or would she? Michelle wasn’t exactly sure. She still couldn’t get her laptop to connect to any wireless system here and Mark’s computer was password protected, so it was of absolutely no help. She picked up the first book and turned to the index, looking for the word garlic. When she didn’t find it she turned to the second one, coming up with the same results.
    After a fruitless search for ideas to fight a zombie she picked up the book the clerk had told her was the most accurate about voodoo and started to read. She soon found out that zombies were dead people brought back to life to serve a voodoo master. Contrary to popular myth, the zombies were generally used as plantation workers.
    Several historians had ideas that zombies were created by giving people drugs that would make them appear dead. After they had been buried, their new “masters” would come along and breathe new life into them, so to speak. In a superstitious people, Michelle supposed the “dead” would believe they had been resurrected. They would know nothing of the drugs given them.
    She read other chapters on voodoo and its origins in
Africa
and the
Caribbean
. Voodoo was a religion, she knew, and like most things that the general public didn’t know a lot about it was feared. And like anything, religious or otherwise, if put in the wrong hands it could be used for evil purposes.
    Michelle wondered if that was what had happened with Sebastian. Did he anger someone? If, as the article had reported, the slaves had used him as a sacrifice, there must be some reason they had selected him. That was one of the questions she intended to ask him when he made his appearance.
    “My desk looked much like this.” She jumped at the sound of his voice, knocking over her chair and moving backward quickly.
    “I didn’t hear you come up,” she said, knowing the words sounded lame.
    He touched the books, his long fingers stroking the spines. “We had books, parchment, a quill and ink, and a candle.” She watched him pick up her electric lantern and examine it. “How things have changed. Where is the flame?”
    “It’s, um, electric.” She took a step toward the desk. “You really are Sebastian Maddox, aren’t you?”
    “Yes.” He set the lamp down. “Are you a voodoo witch?”
    “No.” The disappointment on his face made her heart drop.
    “I was praying you had come to release me.” He looked at the ocean, then turned a grin on her that she thought would make her clothes melt right off her body. “If you are not here for that, perhaps we can pass the hour in more pleasant pursuits. Will you undress for me?”
    Michelle’s hands went to her buttons, her eyes locking onto his. His blue eyes smoldered as he watched her, and the smile on his face was about the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. It was almost as if she were in a trance, as if she had become the mindless zombie and he the master. When she realized what she was doing, she moved her fingers to her hair, combing through the strands, but not before leaving enough buttons open to reveal her bra, and quite a lot of skin.
    “What is this?” He put his fingers on her low-cut bra and tugged.
    “It’s a bra—a sort of…modern corset.”
    He traced a finger over the edge and Michelle shivered.
    “You’re so soft.” He tugged on the bra and frowned. “How does it come off?”
    “Stop!” She batted at his hand. “Listen, we need to talk. We can’t just…”
    Sebastian put his hand behind her neck, pulling their lips together. She groaned as he slid his tongue into her mouth,