John Matthew was her well of soul, as the symphaths called it,or her pyrocant, to the vampires. Her essential weakness.

The smile he gave her was wistful, just a little lift to his mouth. "You are a fighter." ""Yes. Always. And sometimes I'm a whole army.

The half-human was the hottest thing he'd ever gotten anywhere near. And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.

Yeah, but going by that cold tone of voice, she had to wonder whether the best-laid plans of mice and vampires, blah, blah, blah...

Tore up from the floor up. Followed by a big outtie. John Mathew

She'd ended up passing out, and sometime later, John must have gotten up to use the loo and left the light on. Probably to make sure she didn't feel lost if she woke up. Because that's the kind of male he was.

Please, if you would," the butler said, "no throwing the linens. Peaches, anyone?" -Fritz