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across so many other vampires along the way. Tonight he could have sworn he had found Stephan at last, but he’d been wrong. Was he going to think that every tall, dark man he caught a glimpse of was Stephan?
    It had still been a good night’s work. He couldn’t regret killing the vampire in the cemetery. He’d saved someone’s life, at least.
    And yet…
    The lust for vengeance was like a fire inside him. Complicated now.
    Because it was as if Katie had come back to life.

    She was sleeping…dreaming, Lauren thought.
    She had to be.
    She was there, at the bar. And he was there, too.
    He said something, teasing her, as if they had been friends forever. No, lovers forever. She could smell something that teased her senses. Something that affected not just her flesh but her mind, awakening her sensuality from within, touching her most erotic zones.
    Then he was touching her. Stroking her.
    She awoke suddenly, the faint sound of a click in her ears. She realized that the television was still on; now it was an infomercial diet pills.
    The dream weighed heavily on her, but she knew that a noise, something that wasn’t the TV, had awakened her.
    The door. She had heard the door opening.
    She leapt up, looking around. The bolt was undone, and she threw the door open, thinking only afterwards that it was a stupid thing to do.
    But she was glad she had done it..
    Deanna was outside, standing at the end of the pool, talking aloud as if she were carrying on a conversation with someone invisible, or maybe someone who had just left.
    Lauren burst out after her friend, calling her name. “Deanna!”
    Deanna didn’t move.
    Lauren raced around in front of her, grabbing her shoulders and staring into her eyes. They were glazed. Deanna didn’t even see her.
    â€œHey!” She gave her friend a shake. Nothing. “Deanna!” A harder shake.
    Deanna started, her eyes widening in alarm. “Lauren?”
    â€œHey, you, what are you doing?”
    â€œSleeping,” Deanna said, her features twisted into a mask of confusion.
    â€œSleep walking ,” Lauren corrected, confused herself. Deanna had never done this before, at least as far as she knew.
    â€œWeird,” Deanna said. She looked around at the foliage, the shimmering water in the pool, the shadows of the night. “I’m lucky I didn’t fall in the pool and drown.”
    â€œYou don’t remember coming out here at all? Really?”
    Deanna shook her head and groaned. “No more of those drinks with all the shots in them, bachelorette party or not.”
    â€œGood thought,” Lauren agreed. She felt a chill, remembering how she had seen the man standing by the pole earlier. What if he had still been hanging around? “Let’s go in.”
    â€œI’ll put a chair in front of the door,” Lauren said as soon as they were inside, the door safely locked behind them.
    Deanna gave her a quick hug. “Thanks,” she said huskily.
    Deanna went back into the bedroom, and Lauren lay down again, troubled. She was so tired. Her lids became heavy. She drifted.
    And dreamed.

    Mark returned to the bed and breakfast with his car and belongings. He glanced at his watch. It was four in the morning.
    Once he had parked and grabbed his overnight bag, he stood in the courtyard. Unease trickled through him.
    He could smell it. Sense it.
    Someone had been here.
    He dropped his bag and hurried to the cottage where the girls were staying. He tried the door. Locked. He prayed God it had remained so since he had left.
    But he didn’t like it. Didn’t like it at all.
    What if Stephan had discovered the woman, the one who looked like Katie?
    He was tempted to pound on the door, to make sure the girls were all right. But all signs were that they were locked in, sound asleep, safe. If they began to think of him as a danger, an insane man, he wouldn’t be able to help them.
    It occurred to him that he