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he said it, there was a grin tugging at the corners of Louis’s mouth.
    “Back to business.” The night was quickly waning and Jacque had no idea how long Gwen would sleep. “I cleaned up the cut on her forehead. Thankfully, it’s not deep and doesn’t need stitches. I put a bandage on it.” He’d hated that any of her blood had been spilled and that it was his fault. He’d done his best to remove the dried blood from her short, silky hair. Jacque swallowed back his anger. “Did you find any other incriminating information?”
    Armand nodded. “She had some notes. She’d also recorded her entire conversation with Hector.”
    His blood ran cold when he thought about that getting posted online. “Anything else?”
    “Our girl has an interesting profession.” There was a world of possession in the way Louis spoke about Gwen. Jacque didn’t like it, but he understood. If his brother’s feelings toward Gwen were anything like his own, he knew Louis was on edge, volatile.
    “Don’t keep me in suspense. I can tell you’re dying to enlighten me.”
    “She’s a writer.” Louis rocked back on his heels as he gave his brother the rest of the news. “She writes about the paranormal for all kinds of magazines and publications.”
    “Shit.” Jacque rubbed his hand over his face and took a deep breath. “So she knows more about us than she let on.” For some reason, he was hurt and angered by that when he had no right to be. She didn’t know him or his people. Why should she care if she hurt them?
    “I don’t think so,” Armand interjected. “From what I can tell, she’s met and interviewed a bunch of people like Hector, folks that believe in all kinds of things. Hell, from what I read, I think she might have interviewed a vampire, a real one. I didn’t think those reclusive bastards talked to anyone. But I don’t think she actually believes in any of it herself.”
    “Then why does she write it?” Jacque couldn’t quite understand that.
    Armand shrugged. “It’s a way to make a living. Louis drove us back and I spent those hours going through her laptop files and some of her papers. Like most people, she’s fascinated by the thought of the paranormal but she doesn’t seem to buy into it.”
    Louis laughed. “She obviously got more than she bargained for.”
    “What do you plan to do with her?” Armand asked.
    Jacque wished to hell he knew.
     
    Gwen woke slowly, as though climbing through a thick fog. She hurt all over. She bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan as she rolled onto her side and stared at the blackness surrounding her. She was in a bed. That much was clear. But it wasn’t hers. The sheets were crisp cotton whereas hers were flannel. She shivered and pulled the covers more firmly around her to try to stave off the chill.
    She blinked and slowly the outline of furniture became clearer. There was a window not far from the bed and the moonlight filtered in. Within seconds, her eyes had acclimated, making the room appear somewhat lighter.
    Where was she?
    She swallowed hard and ordered her thoughts. The last thing she remembered was being in a truck with Jacque heading down the highway. This must be his home, and since she obviously wasn’t dead, he must not be planning on killing her anytime soon. The fact that she wasn’t locked in a basement or creepy cellar was also encouraging.
    “If you get out of this you’ll have tons of ideas for your book.” Whispering made her feel not so scared and alone. She pushed herself upright, trying not to groan aloud when her muscles protested. The car accident had left its impact on her but she knew she was lucky. She could have easily been killed.
    Her head throbbed and she raised her hand to touch her forehead, frowning when she felt a small bandage there. A long sleeve flowed down her arm. Gwen froze. She wasn’t wearing her own clothing. She yanked back the covers and stared down. She was wearing a man’s shirt and she was naked beneath