Is there anyone in this apartment who hasnโt seen me naked?โ I demanded, grabbing the sheet and the phone. โI genuinely hope so, Cassandra.
Karen ChanceI narrowed my eyes at it. Ming-deโs little gift, I assumed. โYou look better in color,โ I snapped. He sent me a sultry look over his shoulder. โReally? Most women think I look better in nothing at all.
Karen ChanceI can get others to do what you do. They wonโt be as good, but . . . okay. It could work. But it doesnโt matter because no matter how good they are, they canโt replace you. They canโt because I donโt need you only for what you can do. I need you . . . for you.
Karen ChanceMircea must have heard us come in, but he continued what he was doing. He stood with his back to us, the candlelight on his bare skin causing his muscles to fall into sharp relief. Heโd washed the river gunk out of his hair and now he threw it back, the water droplets shimmering in the light. The scene looked for all the world like a really good romance novel cover.
Karen ChanceI lay there, no longer fighting, since my head was spinning too much. And because I wasnโt going to win anyway. And because I kind of liked the feeling of sensual captivity, at least by this particular jailer.
Karen ChanceMore worryingly, my baby fangs were out, which usually happened only when I was perilously close to tipping over into Mr. Hyde territory. I quickly drew them back in. It didnโt help much. I still looked like Draculaโs daughter. Which was completely unfair, since heโd only been an uncle.
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