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  Then she went back on her knees, her new tools at the ready.

  He lifted his brows as bits of hardware began to fly out from behind the console. Small screws, a cable jack plate, sections of wire . . .

  The cable box disappeared from its shelf, yanked back by the peculiar mortal.

  Again, he traced closer to see her. He found her lying on her front, fiddling with the box.

  "Come on, come on. " She bit her bottom lip. "Message button. "

  She endeavored to send a signal through the cable! No, Lothaire wasnt very often surprised; she continued to take him aback.

  Elizabeth had proved . . . trickier than hed assumed. And the flare of surprise wasnt unenjoyable.

  Just when he was about to stop her, she muttered, "No, no. Damn you, Motorola!" She sat up, leaning against the wall, knees to her chest.

  Her eyes started to water. Now shell cry while I gloat about predicting this very thing.

  Yet as suddenly as her sadness had appeared, it vanished. She slammed the bottom of her fist against the floor, then began setting everything to rights, at least superficially, hiding the bits shed removed.

  Another determined look lit her face, and she returned to her room. What would she do next?

  For some reason, I can hardly wait to know.

  She began eyeing the lock on their adjoining door.

  No. No way . . .

  Though dawn neared, Ellie still didnt hear Lothaire inside his room. And she wanted in.

  She tested the lever-style door handle. The lock was a standard pin and tumbler, wouldnt be too hard to pick.

  But what if he returned? She recalled how hed tossed her across the room that afternoon as his eyes glowed red like flames.

  He might have a phone in there. Decided.

  She rushed to the bathroom for supplies. In a grooming kit, she found tweezers. She pulled them wide like a wishbone, then bent one end against the counter into a ninety-degree angle. Perfect for a tension wrench. An opened hairpin would act as a rake.

  Back at the door handle, she inserted her jimmied tension wrench into the lock plug. With her other hand, she eased the hairpin in beside it to rake the pin stacks.

  Adjust tension. Rake. Adjust tension. . . .

  Click. "Candy. Baby. "

  She cracked open the door, stowing her tools in her jeans pockets.

  Lothaires room was a twin to hers in size and configuration, but the colors in this one were more masculine, with rich earth-toned wallpaper and carpets. Special lights accented paintings on the walls. The pictures looked classy, like they were one of a kind.

  Heavy drapes covered his balconys French doors. His bed was unmade, his sheets twisted. Was that a metronome sitting on his nightstand?

  Across the room, an antique-looking desk was covered with complicated 3-D puzzles. Several were complete, but a few appeared ongoing.

  She lifted one that consisted of metal rings and wires. It wasnt a brainteaser-it was a brain paralyzer. Another one was mechanized. Shining silver blocks and triangles made up a third.

  Beside them, a book lay open to a chapter titled: "Mechanical Puzzles, the Goldberg Principle. " Geometric theory applied to puzzle making? Had Lothaire created some of these puzzles?

  Moving on, she gazed to the left of the desk. Strewn over the floor were wadded-up letters in a language-and alphabet-she couldnt read.

  Ever fearful of his return, she swiftly investigated his bathroom. Surprisingly, it looked like a normal males: shaving cream, razor, soap, a toothbrush. Gotta keep those fangs white.

  The cabinet contained no medicines. She supposed vampires didnt have ailments.

  His closet was filled with expensive clothing-scores of long, lean slacks, tailored button-downs, and jackets, all in variations of black. Polished boots filled the shoe racks.

  The vampire loves him some clothes. She leaned in to smell one of his coats, taking in his masculine scent-smooth, woodsy, with the faintest bite of evergreen?

  Just as mesmerizing as his looks. When she found her lids growing heavy, she gave herself an inward shake, then dragged herself away from the coat.

  In an accessories drawer, hed precisely organized sunglasses, watches, cuff links, and engraved money clips. Toward the back of the closet, she saw a number of swords laid out on a felt-lined shelf. The bottom of each sword hilt was an inch or so away from another ones tip.

  In fact, shed bet they were exactly one inch apart, as if hed taken a ruler to them.

  These weapons didnt appear to be decorative like the one shed almost stabbed herself with this afternoon-open mind-but more like useful accessories. A timely reminder that he was a warrior, a deadly male.

  What am I doing in here? Curiosity killed the Ellie.

  And for all her searching, shed garnered little insight to help her against Lothaire-and no new hope of escape.

  Now that the rush of breaking in had dwindled, she exhaled with fatigue, picturing her new bed. Though she worried about Saroya rising, nothing could keep her from it. Ellie hadnt slept last night before her execution.

  Execution. Memories from the morning surfaced, but she ruthlessly tamped them down. She imagined a rubber band snapping her wrist every time she recalled that injection bench, the clock ticking, the screams. . . . Snap!

  Think forward, never dwell.

  Somehow, before Lothaire got that ring, Ellie would figure out a way to communicate with her family. Once she was assured that they were good and vanished, shed finally get to do what needed to be done. Take care of your business, Ellie.

  She and Saroya would be no more. I can still die-just might be a few days off schedule.

  Whipped with exhaustion, Ellie turned back toward her room. Had any day ever been so grueling-

  "What in the hell are you doing in here?"

  Chapter 14

  The girls eyes went wide as she pivoted to face Lothaire, her hair a dark wave swinging over one shoulder.

  "You picked the lock to my room? Invading my privacy?" he thundered, furious at the intrusion, furious at his reactions to her.

  When the mortal had breathed in his scent, going heavy-lidded . . . hed barely choked back a groan as he shot hard as stone.

  Now he traced in front of her, cupping her throat. She recoiled with fear, her heart beating a staccato rhythm he could feel. "Ive told you I wont harm this body! Yet you flinch from me?"

  In a strangled voice, she cried, "Are you kidding?"

  "Calm your goddamned heart!" he bellowed, his instinct to protect her-to comfort her-nearly overriding his need to punish her. Which infuriated him even more!

  He knew he should just return her to her room, then sleep-and not only to dream memories. He was strung out, his madness creeping closer at every moment.

  But his ire demanded appeasement. "You flinch like a coward. Are you one? Am I to add cowardly to all the adjectives I use to describe you?"

  "Fuck you, vampire!" She knocked his arm away-he let her. "Im no coward. Ive got flint in my veins. Dont mistake my reflexes for fear. " Her fists balled, her fear ebbing. "And you dont get to play the privacy card! Not while your homeless tramp has set up her cardboard house inside me. "

  He reacted better to her anger, his vision clearing. Gods, the rumors were true. He was connected to his Brides moods, responding to them. And Elizabeth was a fragment of Saroya, like a placeholder for his female.

  Between gritted teeth, he commanded, "Calm yourself, Elizabeth. " He knew one thing that would calm them both. Release. With one bite, shed be begging for him to ease her.

  He wondered if the other rumors about Brides were true. Will she pleasure me more deeply than Id ever imagined?

  Wait for your true one! Saroya will be worth it.

  Elizabeth stared at his eyes. "Look at me, Lothaire. Im calming down, okay?"

  "Then answer the question. Why are you in my room?"

  "I was curious about you. "

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