Dead Sexy. Amanda Ashley

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СКАЧАТЬ Regan, wake up!”

      Her eyelids flew open and she saw Santiago bending over her.

      A dream. Relief whooshed out of her in a sigh. It had only been a dream.

      But then she looked into Santiago’s eyes, eyes that glowed with an inhuman light, and wished that she was back in her nightmare. As frightening as it had been, she had been safe in her dream.

      No such safety existed here.

      Santiago took one look at her face and slowly backed away from Regan. Her fear was a palpable thing.

      Crossing his arms over his chest, he said, “That must have been some nightmare.”

      “You have no idea,” she replied, her voice shaky.

      “Why are you sleeping on the floor?”

      “I…because I…”

      “Go on,” he coaxed, his tone one of barely suppressed amusement.

      She felt her cheeks grow warm under his knowing grin.

      “Were you, by chance, afraid to sleep in my bed?”

      “Of course not,” she lied. “I…I must have fallen out during the night.” That was a lie, too. Knowing she was in his bed had kept her tossing and turning until, at last, she had dragged the covers and one of the pillows onto the floor.

      Clutching the sheet in one hand, she glanced around the room, still shaken by the last vestiges of her dream. It had seemed so real.

      “Your nightmare,” he said quietly. “Do you wish to talk about it?”

      She shook her head vigorously. That was the last thing she wanted.

      “You are safe here.” One look at her expression told him she knew it for the lie it was. He was a vampire. She was prey. She would never truly be safe in his presence. “Go back to sleep, girl,” he said, his voice gruff. “I will keep you safe until tomorrow.”

      “And then?”

      Before she could protest, he picked her up, blankets and all, settled her on the bed, and tucked her in. “I give you my word that you will be safe so long as you stay here.”

      She nodded, the covers pulled up to her chin. “Would you…would you leave the light on, please?”

      She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She had never been afraid of the dark, never behaved like one of those gutless females she despised. She was a vampire hunter, for crying out loud, not some nervous Nellie. She had hunted vampires and even killed a few. But she had never been in a situation like this before, never had a vampire look at her the way the master of the city looked at her. Never felt such a primal attraction to any male before, man or vampire.

      At her request, he switched on the light. It had been so long since he had needed any kind of illumination to see by, he sometimes forgot that mortals took comfort in it.

      Leaving the room, he closed the door behind him. If only it was as easy to shut out his awareness of her. As prey. As a woman…

      Going to the condo’s only window, Santiago drew back the heavy blackout drapes and gazed out into the night. Only a few stars remained visible in the sky. It would be dawn soon. He could protect her as long as she stayed here, but if she left his apartment…a muscle worked in his jaw. He could keep her here by force, if need be, though he hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

      He thought back to the last time he and Vasile had met. Both had come away badly hurt. Both had drawn blood. Both had tasted the blood of the other, and in some way that Santiago didn’t understand, it had changed them. Werewolves were influenced by the full moon. It was then that they changed shape, never during the day. But Santiago’s blood had, in some freakish way, made it possible for Vasile to shift in the daytime, while Vasile’s blood had given Santiago a certain immunity from the deadly effects of the sun, giving him the power to be active during the day if he desired, though he could not walk outside in the sun’s light.

      And now Vasile knew where he made his home, and that Regan was here.

      Chapter 8

      Regan woke to darkness. Frowning, she glanced around the room, wondering what time it was. She didn’t usually wake up in the middle of the night, but the room was dark beyond the faint glow of the lamp on the bedside table. Closing her eyes, she tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. She was wide awake. Maybe a glass of warm milk would help her relax.

      Slipping out of bed, she went into the kitchen. She ran her hands along the wall, searching for the light switch. It wasn’t until she opened the refrigerator and saw several plump plastic bags filled with red liquid that she remembered where she was.

      Grimacing, she quickly closed the refrigerator door, thinking how bizarre it was that the condos at the Vampire Arms had functional kitchens, complete with ovens and dishwashers. But then, some of the vampires had human lovers, so maybe it wasn’t so odd after all.

      After turning off the light, she made her way into the dark living room.

      A muffled “oomph!” escaped her lips when she bumped into something. She let out a shriek when a hand reached out to steady her.

      “Do not be afraid.” Santiago’s voice poured over her like hot chocolate.

      Murmuring a quick, “I’m sorry,” she backed away from him and cried out as she hit the back of her leg on a corner of the coffee table.

      Once again, his hand was there to steady her. “Stay here.”

      A moment later, the lights came on and she found herself looking up at Santiago. “I couldn’t sleep,” she explained, unsettled by his steady gaze. “I was going to get some hot milk, you know, to help me sleep even though I’m not really tired, but…” A rush of heat burned her cheeks. She was babbling like a fool.

      “It is late morning, Regan.”

      “How can that be?” She stared at him, her eyes wide. “You’re…you’re awake.”

      He shrugged. “So are you.”

      “You know what I mean. Why aren’t you asleep in your…why aren’t you asleep?”

      He grinned, obviously amused by her reluctance to mention the traditional place where vampires took their rest. “I am not yet tired.”

      She glared at him. Stubborn man. He knew very well what she was asking. And she didn’t believe for a minute that it was morning. Everyone knew that vampires were, you should pardon the expression, dead to the world until the sun went down.

      Moving past him, she went to the heavy black drapes that covered the room’s only window and pulled one back, just a little, in case he was telling the truth. After all, she didn’t want him to burst into flame right in front of her eyes.

      She squinted against the bright light of the sun, then glanced at Santiago over her shoulder. “How can you be awake?”

      He backed further into the room’s shadows. “Maybe someday I will tell you.”

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