You Complete Me
despite her attempt to suppress the gesture. Gag. The man didn’t turn her on—not any longer. Had she finally gotten over him? Or noticed there was a better class of male to select from? She’d noticed Hagan. The vampire wiped out all other men in her brain. Crazy. She escaped into the bedroom and closed the door. Thankfully, she’d added a lock and engaged it. She didn’t trust Ben not to barge into her private space. She glanced around for the vampire. When she didn’t see him, she growled. The brat excelled at hiding.
    She couldn’t whisper to him because she assumed Ben would be right at the door listening to her every move. She stepped into the master bathroom and sighed. A Hunter shouldn’t fraternize with a vampire, much less allow him to run wild in her home. How could she be so dumb?
    I’m not loose.
    Emily froze. She’d heard Hagan speak, but she couldn’t see him.
    I’m behind you in the shower stall.
    She peeked at her reflection in the mirror. Sure enough, Hagan grinned at her from the stall. He even waved! He still wore both sets of handcuffs, but the rope wasn’t around the metal loops. She closed the bathroom door.
    “What—” Before she could say anything else, Hagan closed his hand over her mouth.
    Her gut reaction and training took over. Emily kicked his legs out from under him and whipped around, grabbing him in a headlock. The only thing keeping her from punching him in the head was the realization that Ben might hear them.
    Uncle!
    “Never, ever…startle…a…Hunter,” she said through clenched teeth.
    I’m trying to keep you alive.
    “Me?” She let go of him and collapsed on the floor. “What are you talking about?”
    “Keep your voice down.”
    Shit. He was right. Ben. Damn it. Emily folded her arms. “How’d you do it?” she whispered. “How’d you get in my head?”
    “I’m not sure. The magic should work the other way around. You gave me your blood. You should be in my head and I should be in yours.” Can you hear me now?
    “Yeah, loud and clear and just like that commercial.”
    “What commercial?” He shook his head. I’m going to communicate with you this way for now. I don’t want Ben to hear me. Go do what you need to do. Hunt. I won’t go anywhere .
    “Babe?” Ben called. “What’s taking so long? You don’t have to doll yourself up for me right now? It’s only a hunt night.”
    Goddess , Hagan said. He doesn’t quit. He wants in your pants .
    “I know.” She stood. “Hold on. I couldn’t get my mp3 player to stop. It went berserk on me. I’ll be right out.” She crouched next to Hagan. “Just be quiet, okay?”
    Absolutely. May I use your computer ?
    “My tablet’s in the bedroom.” She whipped her sleep shirt up over her head and picked up a bra from the drying rack. “Help yourself. Just don’t empty out my bank accounts.”
    Hon, while I like looking at your breasts, you should cover yourself .
    She glanced at her reflection once more. Jesus. She’d flashed him. She struggled into her bra and grabbed a fresh shirt from the closet. “Sorry.”
    I enjoyed the view. He winked at her, and then licked his lips. I wanted to look for traces of Laing. If I can find him, maybe I can help us both .
    “Good deal.” She shimmied out of her pants, then into a pair of khakis. Her heart fluttered. She felt a connection with Hagan. Maybe she’d grown a conscience or she was tired of killing. Part of her wanted to give up hunting with Ben and help the resistance group. If the Defenders and true Hunters still existed, she wanted to align with them. She left Hagan alone in her bathroom and rushed to the living room.
    Ben sat on the couch, but a lock of his hair stuck up like he’d just thrust his fingers into it. “You know, I could see myself here. This is a nice place.”
    “The payments aren’t nice, but it’s all mine.” She prided herself in owning the condo. At first, she didn’t like the idea of owning a home connected to other

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