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affectionately over his stomach. “Watching humans drink blood gets my monster all excited. You want some more?”
    “Your monster?” She eyed his leather covered groin. “Please tell me you didn’t name it.”
    He kicked his head back and laughed. “No. He would have a much more imposing name.” He poked at his abdomen. “I’m talking about my beast. He drives the scary, predatory vampire side of me. You know, the animal that craves blood and power and ultimate control. But he’s also really old and kinda jaded, and loves watching humans do things they shouldn’t.” He pushed the bottle closer. “You sure you don’t want more?”
    When her mouth took on the texture of sandpaper, Logan licked her lips. It didn’t taste horrible, and she had to admit it even had a sweet yet slightly tangy quality, but there was something about swallowing a mouthful of blood that made her feel a little queasy.
    She pushed the bottle back towards him. “No thanks. I think one shot is enough for today.”
    “Oh, come on. Admit it. It wasn’t that bad.”
    “Have I tasted worse? Yes, a lot of rotten things taste a whole hell of a lot worse than that. But, there’s just something wrong about standing in such a normal looking kitchen, drinking blood with two vampires.”
    Logan rubbed a hand across her cheek. Of course, there was something fundamentally wrong with standing in a kitchen with two vampires to begin with.
    She studied the dark blue floor tiles as a shiver worked its way down the back of her neck. There was also something seriously wrong when one of those vampires made her more aware of her body than she’d been in a long time.
    When she heard Odin laugh again, she looked up just in time to see him wave a hand in front of Kerestyan’s face. “Kerestyan, you still alive over there man?”
    She glanced over at Kerestyan and frowned. His irises were an odd mixture of sapphire and onyx, lit from behind a sheet of glass. “Are you alright?” She stepped closer to him. “Your eyes are almost as dark as Odin’s.”
    “I’m fine.” It was the way his lips parted when he formed the “f” that allowed her to see a quick flash of his fangs.
    She stared at his mouth for a minute, trying to recall the moment he’d gotten so close to her in the alley. Were they out then? Had they always been there?
    She couldn’t remember.
    A low, evil chuckle rumbled in Odin’s throat, drawing her attention away from Kerestyan’s dental irregularity. He grinned wide, no fangs present. “Well, this is a good time for me to leave. Bones, your clothes are in the duffle bag out in the living room.” He smacked the back of Kerestyan’s shoulder. “Little brother, behave yourself.” Then, just like he did before, he vanished from the room.
    Logan blinked a few times then turned to Kerestyan. “Do vampires even need cars?”
    “It depends on their age.” There they were again, flashing between his soft lips like razor blades under a strobe light.
    Most intriguing. She allowed curiosity to get the better of her and moved even closer. “Do they have holes in the bottoms?”
    He snatched the bottle from the counter then turned his back to her and tucked it into a cabinet under the sink. “Do what have holes in the bottom?”
    “Your fangs, Lord Vampire. Do you suck blood through them like a straw? How does it work?”
    He braced his hands against the edge of the sink, his shoulder blades bunching together in a tantalizing ripple of muscle. “No, my fangs don’t have holes in the bottoms.”
    Logan kicked her foot back and dragged out one of the stools surrounding the center island. She sat down and leaned forward, resting her hands on the leather seat between her legs. “Then how does it work?”
    He exhaled a loud, obviously irritated breath. “After I bite my prey, I slide my fangs from the wound and drink until sated. When finished, I either lick or touch the wound to heal it. The human goes on their way and I go on mine.