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asked with irritation as Dante dropped onto the bed and leaned his back against the headboard.
    “I think we heard most everything,” Tommaso admitted as he took the other side of the bed. He crossed his legs at the ankle, clasped his hands on his lower stomach, and recited, “Marguerite’s your lifemate. Christian’s mother tried to kill him and is probably behind an attack on Marguerite that we apparentlymissed. And you need help wooing Marguerite. I don’t think we missed anything.”
    “No, you didn’t,” Christian agreed with amusement. He then smiled at Julius and said, “See? We’re all on your side. You’ll have lots of help wooing Marguerite.”
    “God help me,” Julius muttered, scrubbing one hand wearily through his hair.
     
    Marguerite opened her eyes and grimaced as she immediately became aware of the unpleasant chill to her bathwater. She’d fallen asleep in the tub and it seemed obvious from the temperature of the water and the lack of bubbles remaining that she’d slept for a good length of time. Her guess would have been that she’d slept for half an hour, though she didn’t have a watch to see if she was right.
    She did feel better for the sleep, though it made up for the disturbed night she’d had, thanks to the first and second attack.
    Humming to herself, Marguerite turned on the hot water to warm up the bathwater and then quickly finished her bath, shampooing and applying cream rinse to her hair before running a soapy washcloth over all the bits she’d missed earlier. She then got out, toweled off, dressed, and quickly dried her hair.
    Marguerite didn’t bother with makeup except to apply some lipstick. She then gathered her things together and carried them out to put them in her suitcase. She paused when it came to Tiny’s robe, considering returning it to him so he could pack it with his things. After a moment, however, she decided she could return it to him when they got to the new hotel, and threw it in her suitcase as well. After a quick check to be sure she had everything, Marguerite zipped up the suitcase with some relief. She was oddly eager to finish and get out of the room. For some reason, being in there was now giving her the creeps.
    Strange, she thought, since she hadn’t felt that way when she’d first returned to the room to collect things for her bath . But right now, she felt as if someone was watching her.
    Marguerite started to glance toward the curtained wall facing the terrace, but caught herself. She was suddenly sure there was someone there, peering through the small gap where the curtains didn’t quite meet, and she didn’t want them to know she knew.
    Leaving the suitcase for now, she moved to the table and chairs set in front of one side of the terrace doors, but didn’t sit. She bent and pretended to write a note on the hotel stationary, scribbling nonsense in the hopes of relaxing anyone who might be outside her balcony doors. Marguerite then straightened as if to head back the way she’d come, but instead, lunged for the curtain and jerked it open.
    Even though she’d suspected someone might be out there, she still took a startled step back, a surprised shout slipping from her lips when she spotted the dark figure peering at her through the window.
    Marguerite wasn’t the only one startled. When the curtain was pulled back allowing light from the hotel room to spill over him, the figure on the terrace leapt back as if scalded. The action sent him bumping intoa chair, knocking it over. He reached for it as if to straighten, but then whirled away to run to the right. Marguerite stared after him until the curtain still in place blocked her view, and then realized he was getting away and lunged for the terrace doors.

Four

    “Marguerite?” Tiny’s shout made her glance over her shoulder to see the mortal rush into the room, hard on the heels of the slightly swifter Christian, Marcus, and Julius.
    “There was someone on the terrace,” she