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the spartan living room, grateful that all the shades were drawn shut to keep the daylight out. The whole house was done in simple, contemporary lines with earth tones and only a bare minimum of furniture. It was obvious that she wasn’t into anything too fussy, frilly, or complicated. “It’s still daylight, isn’t it?”
    “You think?”
    A tic started in his jaw. His luck just kept improving every step of the way. “Whatever you do, don’t open those blinds.”
    “Why? You gonna burst into flames or something?”
    He looked at her drolly but didn’t answer. How he wished he had enough juice to summon clothes for himself. But that, too, would have to wait, so instead he retrieved the evil pink blanket from the floor and wrapped it around him. He grimaced as he realized the word
Puff
covered his cock—yeah, he was feeling really manly at the moment. “You got a phone I can use?”
    Susan folded her arms over her chest. All things considered, she had to give Leo and Angie credit, the guy was scrumptious—even with the childish blanket wrapped low around his lean hips. His shoulder-length black hair was tousled but looked really good with his sullen features. As he raked a hand through his hair to settle it into place, the muscles of his arm and side flexed in a most captivating way.
    He had the deepest voice she’d ever heard—the kind that just rippled down her spine like a hot caress. And he had the most intriguing way of speaking without opening his mouth more than a tiny bit. Truly the man was sex on a stick.
    She didn’t know where they’d found him, but given his build and beauty, she’d guess he was probably a local stripper. It would explain why he was so comfortable with being naked in front of a complete stranger.
    But since they’d gone to such trouble, she might as well play along to see how far Mr. Buff carried the charade. “A phone? For what? Can’t you mind meld to your cat people or something?”
    He sneered at her as if that offended him. “Just how much TV do you watch?”
    “Very little.”
    He looked less than amused. “So can I have a phone or not?”
    “Who are you going to call?”
    “Someone to get me out of here.”
    “Well, why didn’t you say so.” She tossed him her cell phone.
    Ravyn wasn’t sure if her quick capitulation amused him or pissed him off. Deciding on the former, he flipped the cover up and dialed for Erika.
    “This is Erika. I can’t answer the phone right now, but please leave your name and number and I’ll get around to chatting later.”
    He glanced over to the clock on the wall. It was just after four in the afternoon.
    “Dammit, Erika, where are you? You’re not in class and you should be home studying with your phone turned on. It’s me and I need you to bring me some clothes and come pick me up pronto. Call me back for directions.” Disgusted with his wayward Squire, he hit the CANCEL button.
    He dialed Acheron’s number.
    Yet another voice mail. Great, just great. He really hated these things. Hanging up, he growled deep in his throat.
    He considered calling the other Seattle Dark-Hunters and warning them about the Apollite uprising but decided it would wait a bit. Either they were safe at home or they were dead. If the latter, then there wasn’t anything he could do for them.
    He glanced at the woman who was still watching him with a strange look of perturbance. “I don’t suppose you have some clothes I could borrow, do you?”
    “Sorry. Extra-large male isn’t my specialty. Besides, can’t you just poof some clothes on?”
    “Not at the moment.”
    She gave him an arch look. “Let me guess, you need to recharge your batteries or something, right?”
    She was eerily astute. “Yes.”
    The disbelief on her face was almost comical. “I do have some pink sweats that might not be too bad.”
    “I’d rather go naked.”
    “Suit yourself. Not like it bothers me.”
    “Then we’re even.” Like patience, modesty had never been his