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know about something so grand in her town?  
    Olivia walked around the table and started for the stairs, only vaguely aware that Beau, Christian, and Lincoln went off to different parts of the first floor.
    “How’s your head?”
    She stopped, her eyes closing at the deep timber of Vincent’s voice. The house forgotten, her body trembled as she recalled the hard press of his muscles, the heady scent of him when he had yanked her against him.
    And then when he had looked down at her. Her stomach quivered just remembering how his bright blue eyes had filled with desire.
    She had thought he would kiss her back at her house. For just a moment, the desire, the yearning had burned bright in his gaze and on his face.
    And then just like that, it was gone.
    “It’s better,” she answered.
    “And your arm? I’ll need to check the bandages.”
    She bit her lip as she thought about his hands on her skin again. All she could think about around Vincent, was him. On her.  
    In her.
    Thrusting hard and fast, slow and deep.
    She nearly moaned at the thought. How was it that he could inspire such erotic thoughts? No other man had ever affected her this way.
    “Olivia?”
    She jerked open her eyes to find him standing in front of her. He was frowning, searching her face as if he could determine what was wrong.  
    “Your face is flushed.”
    So was so much more of her, but she wasn’t going to tell him that. “It’s just all the excitement. How am I safe here?”
    “The house is warded against...well, everything. No evil can penetrate these walls. Most can’t even get on our land.”
    She was duly impressed. Olivia rubbed her hands along her arms and gave a shake of her head. “I need to call my grandmother. She’ll be worried.”
    “One of us will see to that,” he said and motioned her to follow him.
    With nothing else to do, Olivia did just that. She found herself in a large kitchen with a map spread out on the breakfast table.
    “We’ve been hunting this thing for a week,” Vincent said as he stared down at the map. “It has killed three women already.”
    “What?” Olivia hadn’t heard any of this. Then again, she hadn’t been in town long enough to learn the gossip, nor had she seen any of the papers.
    Vincent’s look turned stony. “All three were connected to us somehow, whether being asked out by one of us, a friends with benefits arrangement, or even just a phone call.”  
    “Yep. You already said you think it was because Beau spoke with me today.”
    His hesitation made fear snake down her spine, but it was the look of regret that made her take a step back.
    “You felt something last night on the pier,” he said.
    Olivia realized two things in that moment: Vincent had seen her, and so had the creature.
    She weakly nodded. “I knew something was there. I felt it.”
    “I was tracking it. It stopped near your house. That’s when I looked away long enough to spot you, and then it was gone.”
    Olivia pulled out a chair and practically fell on it. “You knew it was coming for me.”
    “Which was the only reason it didn’t get you.” He waved his hand at the map. “We’ve searched this entire bayou and the surrounding areas to no avail. We can’t find this thing.”
    Her grandmother had never had anything negative to say about the Chiassons. Olivia had graduated with Lincoln, but he hadn’t paid her any attention. In fact, the Chiassons were usually never around for any school functions or even parties.
    Now she understood why.
    Vincent ran a hand through his dark hair. “My family has been hunting since our ancestor followed a creature to Nova Scotia from France, and then Nova Scotia to here.”
    Now she understood why they kept themselves apart from others. Few would believe what they did, and the others who did would want to keep their distance just in case.  
    “Thank you for tonight. You saved me.”
    He shrugged, almost as if he wasn’t used to the praise. Olivia rose and moved to