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her head as he straddled her
     thighs. “Why did you say ‘freedom’? Explain it to me and then I’ll answer you.”
    Damn it. “It doesn’t matter.”
    “Now, Rose.”
    “I made a deal with my sisters ages ago. To stay until I could afford to buy my way
     out of the family business. They agreed because…” she shrugged, looking away from
     him, “…because I’m ordinary. I was a member of the Devil’s Garden for aesthetics— six demon beauties—not because I had any particular aptitude or skill for the job.”
    “You found me ,” he murmured.
    “Luck,” she responded, unimpressed. “I’ve wanted out forever. I hate the hours, and
     I’m not a big fan of the company. I wanted a chance to find my own path and to stop
     working for the damn vam—”
    Mac smiled when she bit her lip. “It’s okay. I don’t like them either.”
    She glared at him. “Then why are we still here?”
    “Because I’m Jolene’s hero, Angus the brave,” he grinned. “And I do like the title.”
    She knew. “Great. So we’re singing in Vegas?”
    “We are.”
    “We should practice.”
    He started kissing her neck…her breasts…her stomach. Oh, that felt good .
    “Later.”
     
     

 

Chapter Five
     
    “I swear it was just like that Idol show!” Jolene enthused for the third time over
     dinner at one of the hotel’s four-star restaurants. “The judges were brutal. I don’t
     believe I’ve ever seen so many people crying in one place.”
    Hobie patted his wife’s hand. “Which we would surely feel bad about if their tears
     didn’t mean you and Rose would be in the finals tonight. I think we have a real chance
     of winning this thing.”
    “That’s what I meant, Hobie, baby. And of course they’ll win.”
    “I know, my love.”
    Mac forced a smile, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from scanning the crowded dining
     room, searching for Rose. She’d disappeared as soon as they ordered and he was restless,
     close to leaving the table to look for her. Protect her.
    What was that irresistible demon up to now?
    Last night had been unforgettable. He felt alive and for the first time in centuries,
     he remembered happiness. She made him laugh, drove him into bouts of lust-induced
     insanity and had more energy and sexual stamina than any woman of any species he’d
     ever met.
    He’d known her for one day—but Mac had experienced more emotion in the last twenty-four
     hours than he had in the last twenty-four years. And her blood… It was more than intoxicating.
     More than madness. It made everything stronger—his body, his feelings. Even now he
     could sense it inside him—part of her inside him—connecting them to each other. Calling
     to him.
    Was this what Saint felt for his kitsune, Ume? What Thomas felt for his mate? Both had fallen instantly, hard as stones to
     the ground, for their women. Despite their powers, they couldn’t resist the call.
     Though to be honest they didn’t really try.
    But vampires didn’t mate like cats or foxes. They didn’t have children and families.
     His roommates and Esther were the closest thing he’d had to that kind of connection
     since he was created.
    His kind didn’t plan for the future, they stood still in time. Statues memorializing
     an era—cursed to watch life move forward and leave them behind. Immortality was the
     worst kind of universal joke. Though the word rang with possibility and potential,
     the day-to-day truth of it was difficult to endure.
    Thomas and Saint had helped. And now Rose had woven a spell around him that he couldn’t
     begin to understand, but it was one that made him feel almost human again. Made him
     remember the kind of man he’d wanted to be.
    When he was young and imagined falling in love and taking a bride, he’d fantasized
     about a woman with voluptuous hips and breasts. A woman with fire in her eyes and
     wild, windblown hair. A bride who enjoyed more than endured her marriage bed.
    She is a demon.
    And he was a