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have to say, but D is being auctioned off somewhere. We really need to focus on finding him. Besides that, the sun is really starting to get to me. I think I might faint if I don’t get out of it soon.”
    He waved his hand as if brushing away his thoughts. “You’re absolutely right. This is a bad time. I shouldn’t have mentioned anything here. It’s just that I can’t think about anything but—”
    I would have shut him up the way I shut Ash up. But I couldn’t expose myself to the sunlight. Instead I placed my finger over his lips. Once again, I regretted having to wear gloves. His normally smooth hair was tousled after having worn a helmet. When combined with his dark eyes and mask, it only added to his dangerous appeal. He looked deadly and sexy at the same time. The wind brushed past us, causing a lock of hair to fall forward over his mask, directly over his right eye. He took my hand and turned it over, pressing a soft kiss against my palm. Damn these gloves to hell.
    “I want to talk to you too,” I said softly. “It’s probably a bad idea.”
    “Terrible,” he agreed. “But we need to talk.”
    “Yes,” I whispered, “we certainly do.”
    “There’s the shop.” Morgan released my hand and stepped in front of me. He didn’t point, I’m guessing because he didn’t want to draw attention. I moved to the side of the large fountain and saw what he was talking about.
    “It fits the description,” I said.
    The shop looked just like the vendor described, abandoned. As a matter of fact, it looked positively run down. I wondered if the key would even work. I glanced around at the crowd. No one was paying attention. This part of the market was reserved for those seeking artificial parts. Almost everyone around us was missing one part or another. I’d say they definitely had other things on their minds besides what a couple of strangers were doing. Morgan moved in close behind me and I slid the key through the slot on the door.
    It opened with a barely audible click. Morgan pushed me quickly inside and closed the door behind us. The room was pitch black. I could see in the dark, so I reached behind me and took Morgan by the hand.
    “It’s completely empty,” I whispered, taking a look around. “There’s a doorway on the other side.”
    I moved slowly to keep Morgan from stepping on me. He put his other hand on the back of my hip. The contact was slight, but intimate. I liked it. The more I was near him, the more I wanted his hands on me.
    We made our way through the other door and I nearly ran into a troll. I stood there for a moment just staring down at him before realizing how rude I must seem.
    “I’m sorry, but I thought trolls were extinct. You are a troll, aren’t you?” I asked.
    “The last of my kind.” He shrugged and his greenish skin rippled. “But there are other kinds of trolls.”
    “He’s a troll?!” Morgan exclaimed. I had forgotten he couldn’t see anything.
    “That’s right,” the troll replied. “A short little green one. Any more questions, smart ass?”
    “Nope, that about covers it,” Morgan replied.
    “I’m sorry,” I said. “We didn’t mean to offend. I’ve just never seen a troll before.”
    “It’s understandable. I’ve never seen a real vampire. Of course, I’ve seen those Velkan creeps, but they aren’t the same thing.”
    “You know what I am?”
    He laughed, a surprisingly deep sound coming from such a little creature. “There are very few beings who could see me unaided in the dark. Those are just uv-goggles, aren’t they?”
    “Yes, they are.”
    “Could I see your face? There is no sunlight down here.”
    “On the way out I’ll even show you my fangs. But if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not remove my hood until I feel the sun go down outside.”
    He shrugged again. “Suit yourself. The party is this way.”

Chapter Five
     
    We followed the little troll for what seemed like forever before I could hear anything