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stand beside him. She gazed at the map, seeing the three X’s where she surmised the victims had been found.
    “We’ve never brought anyone into our home,” he said.
    She looked at him, surprised by his words. “Then I should thank you again.”
    His hand brushed hers, sending chills racing along her skin at the contact. She had been in his arms, molded to his body, and yet so simple a touch could turn her to mush.
    She hungered for more.
    Breathing became difficult when she was once more caught in the web of desire. It tightened around them, pulling them closer – urging them deeper.
    She lifted her face as Vincent lowered his. Their gazes clashed, tangled. She feared where this was going, feared how desperately she needed his touch.
    Some might say it was the trauma she had been through that night, but Olivia knew differently. She had always felt this way toward Vincent. She just hadn’t been this close to see how far it might go.
    Beau stepped into the kitchen and said, “The three of us are going hunting. You’ve...ah...got things covered here I see.”
    “Go,” Vincent growled.
    Olivia shivered, not from his tone, but from the raw need in his gaze. No one had ever looked at her with such longing, such fire before.
    It wasn’t long before the house grew quiet after the other three exited, leaving her alone with Vincent. Would he finally kiss her?
    “I’ll see to your wound now,” he said and turned away.
    Olivia was crushed. So much for that kiss. She held out her arm as he unwrapped the part of his shirt he had torn off and set about cleaning the wound before he wrapped it in clean gauze.
    “Your turn,” she said when he finished.
    He hesitated for just a second before he jerked off his torn and bloodied black tee. She bit her lip when she saw the scars that covered his body, and he would have four new ones to add to it.
    The slashes from the creature went deep, gorging the skin. “You need to go the hospital for stitches.”
    Vincent was shaking his head before she finished talking. “Take the jar I just used on you. Spread the contents liberally over the wounds.”
    Olivia looked at the simple jar. “What’s in the jar?”
    “Herbs to heal us. We can’t exactly go to the ER every time we have a run-in with the creatures. Our ancestors came up with ways for us to take care of things here.”
    Olivia set about following his instructions until all four slashes were cleaned. She taped a piece of gauze over it and stepped back to survey her work.  
    “Thanks. Time for you to go to bed,” he said without even looking at her.
    As if she could sleep now. She was being chased by a creature that could disappear at will, learned that her grandmother’s house was protected by Hoodoo, and discovered that the rumors about the Chiassons were true. Not to mention she had come close – twice – to kissing Vincent.  
    Sleep was the last thing on her mind.
    “Isn’t there something else I can do to help you? I can cook or clean or –”
    “You’d be in the way. Follow me. I’ll show you to a room.”
    Olivia stomped after him. “I’m not tired. Need I remind you that this thing is after me?”
    He was halfway up the stairs when he turned around and walked back to her. “Need I remind you that we hunt these things?”
    “I want to help.”
    “No.” He pivoted and walked back up the stairs.
    “I want to be useful.”
    In an instant, he was before her again. “And I don’t want you to die!”
    The impact of his words went right through her. They held a deeper meaning. She saw it there in his eyes, right before it was replaced with that glowing flame of desire again.
    “I won’t.”
    “No, you won’t,” he said before he claimed her lips.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
    Vincent allowed himself one taste of her. That’s all he was going to take. Then their lips met. The desire that had been riding him erupted into a firestorm of need.
    He pulled back,