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    “You don’t have to be safe,” Riana said, her voice almost a purr. “We like dangerous.”
    Creed’s cock bucked.
    I might be in trouble here.
    His besotted senses slowly processed the blond woman, Merilee, to his left and a little behind him. On his right, also a little behind him, was Cynda. All three were dressed in black leather jumpsuits, though Cynda’s was more melted shreds than real covering. Her wild smile made him wish he could cover his cock. Women like Cynda liked to bite. Hard.
    All three women stared at him, but Riana’s gaze was so intent he felt it like fierce, sweaty strokes all over his body.
    He groaned and his cock jerked again. The chains around his ankles rattled, and the shackles above his head clinked together. When he looked up, he saw that his hands indeed had been secured by his own handcuffs, which had been passed through the links of a formidable chain secured to one of the ceiling beams.
    Talk about a wet dream gone completely wrong…
    Grounded. That’s what Riana had told him. So the table’s little groove had been packed with earth, water, fire, and a little air for good measure. And yeah, that was probably lead in the groove, to contain all the elements.
    If he got loose, he could cross it, since he was mostly human.
    Maybe.
    This is not good.
    Real power. That’s what Creed saw in that ring of damp dirt and fire. After all the years of searching for something supernatural outside of himself and Dominic, everything was happening at once. The Latch murder, the weird museum break-in, Riana and her tattoo, her freaky friends, that—that—whatever it was in the alley…
    “Be careful what you wish for,” he said, voice cracking in his parched throat. “I mean it—you need to get me down from here before something bad happens.”
    “Oooh. We’re afraid.” Riana winked at him and folded her arms. “Tell us what you are, and we’ll get you some water.”
    Creed stared at her. This was not good, for real. His perceptions started to speed up and expand. Bad. Very bad. They had no idea what he kept inside him, and he didn’t even know how to tell them.
    “What are you?” Riana repeated.
    Creed’s fists clenched, and he wanted to rip himself free. With his senses heightened, he could smell her lavender scent and her woman’s musk like he had his face buried in it. He wanted to switch places with her, send the other two packing, peel off that leather bodysuit, and take his time running his tongue over every perfect inch of Riana Dumain.
    Goddamn. My friggin’ cock is going to fall off if I don’t stop.
    He did his best to swallow and prime his throat. “What are you ? Some sort of witch? A Siren, maybe?”
    Riana sighed and moved clockwise away from him, until she stood where Merilee had been. Merilee’s reflection replaced Cynda’s, and Cynda stood directly in front of him. Her green eyes took on the color of fire itself, and the flames ringing the table grew an inch or two.
    Creed wished Riana would move back into his line of sight. He needed to convince her that he was serious, that this little interrogation was a potentially fatal idea. But he felt a heaviness in his feet, a lightness in his head and hands, and heat spreading upward from his cock, through his gut and chest.
    “What are you?” Cynda asked. Only, to Creed’s enhanced perception the sound of her voice was more like the crackle of fire blazing out of control. Unsettling. Infuriating. The other clawed at the inside of his skin, wanting out, wanting to rage, but it fell back as if something had struck it between the eyes. Creed’s mind screeched back to normal speed, normal senses, normal understanding of the absolute weirdness around him.
    At least the unnerving sensation finally deflated his cock.
    Creed had no time to enjoy the relief, however.
    Cynda moved.
    Merilee stood in front now, Riana to the right, and fire-bitch on the left. Merilee’s tanned skin gave her an aura of delicate