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Her chest jerked. “Stop calling me that.”
“Then what should I call you? Lainey Q? She vanished, remember? Her followers are still searching for her. Have you seen the wild conspiracy theories they’ve cooked up?” Some of which I’d had the PI investigate…just in case.
“Yeah?” Her mouth quirked. “Huh. I deleted my social media accounts. And then after, I couldn’t go online or they’d find—” She clamped her lips together and shook her head.
“After what? And who’sthey?”
She lifted a slim shoulder. “Fine. Call me Twilight then.”
My jaw tightened; I wasn’t used to being brushed off like that. But her eyes had shuttered, and it was clear I wouldn’t get anything more out of her.
“Twilight,” I repeated, this time without the irony. “It fits, somehow.” Like her, the twilight was layered, mysterious. Beautiful.
She just shook her head.
I waited for her to say something else. When she didn’t—just stared at a spot over my shoulder—I headed into the bathroom, stupidly disappointed that she wouldn’t tell me more.
Behind me, she said, “It doesn’t matter anyway—what you call me,” so low that if I hadn’t been a vampire, I wouldn’t have heard her.
Brow furrowed, I shut the bathroom door and stepped into the shower. There was a puzzle here, one I intended to solve. But not tonight.
Twilight had no reason to trust me. Pushing her wasn’t going to get me anywhere.
No, better to back off for now. I’d take her back to Lilith Island, feed her up, give her time to recover. I wanted her to see me as the good guy—and then I’d lower the boom.
And if that made me a ruthless bastard, then I was happy to own it.
I made my shower short, afraid she’d try and escape despite what I’d told her. She was smart; she might be able to evade the first level of security, and I didn’t want a confrontation with her. Not when she looked like hell.
But when I left the bathroom on my way to the bedroom for a fresh set of clothes, Twilight was still in the parlor. She’d taken off her high heels and stood next to the bookcase, flipping through an issue of FrenchVogue.
She glanced at my naked body and did a doubletake. Her cheeks sucked in and her eyelids fluttered. Then she looked me over a second time, bold as hell. Taking her time about it.
My dick loved the attention. It twitched and started to harden. “Like what you see?”
Her gaze fixed on my growing erection. She licked her lips and I swallowed a groan.
“Fishing? You know you’re hot.”
“I still like to hear it.”Especially from you.
“Then I’ll be sure and stroke…your ego every day.”
I exhaled a bark of laughter. She blinked like she was surprised I had a sense of humor.
I prowled toward her. “You can stroke my ego right now. You can even squeeze it. Or maybe lick it.”
Yeah, I’d love to see that pretty mouth opening to take my dick.
She slid the magazine back onto the shelf. “Is that what you want?”
Her tone was velvet. Whatever blood was still left in my head headed south.
A knock sounded on the door. “What?” I snapped without taking my gaze from her.
“It’s me,” Cain responded. “With the food.”
Twilight’s cheeks creased like she was holding back a laugh. “Guess your ego will have to wait.”
