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on where he might find Aston. But before he could ask the question, she admitted her lack of knowledge about the vampire.
    “I only know that he travels with a great many. Once he boasted of lying in a crypt that was hidden from all eyes. I don’t know what he meant—except that he boasts also of having allegiance with the dark one.” She sighed. “If only I could find a way to destroy him.”
    Jarharis listened to the woman and drew his own conclusions about Aston. He would be difficult, if not impossible to find on his own and perhaps it would be easier to lay a trap for him of his own making and let him fall into it in his own time.
    “I sensed that you were different from the others.”
    “I do not kill my victims.” How many times have I professed to that truth?
    She reached across the table and covered his hand with hers. “I sense that there is another in your life as well. You can hardly wait to be with her.”
    “You’re quite perceptive.” Or do you smell Selena’s scent on my body? He halted the surge of want rising inside him. Had he not stopped in the bar, perhaps he would be lying with Selena now, feeling her body against his, her mouth pressing his lips.
    “Your love, she is not one of us.”
    He stared at her, not answering for fear of disclosing Selena’s identity.
    “Beware, mortals are fickle. To fall in love with one, is to have your heart broken.”
    He didn’t like having his suspicions confirmed about his feelings for Selena. Was he that transparent? Or was the sultry vampire just that perceptive in her observation of him?
    “I hoped you could help me.” She pulled her hands away and leaned back in her chair. “Is the end inevitable? Am I cursed for evermore?” Her brows knitted together, her chin trembled with emotion. “You can’t possibly imagine the things he makes me do.”
    “You could leave Brooklyn . You could go abroad.”
    “He would find me.” She raised her eyes to his face. “My only salvation is to see his end.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER EIGHT
     
     
    The conversation with Tanya Sills stuck in Jarharis’s mind. She had sought to ask him for help, but when she learned that he was involved with another, decided that she had no chance of becoming close to him. They parted in the club and he watched her disappear in the throng of people.
    He considered whether to search further for Aston or to give in to his lust and go visit Selena. Just the thought of being with her made his cock rise. He swept one hand across his jeans. His fly bulged with his growing erection.
    The decision made, he shapeshifted into a bird and took to the air. The night was growing short and his lust was rapidly taking control of his emotions. He flew directly to Selena’s apartment and hovered near the bedroom window. Disappointment filtered through his insides when he saw no lights were on. Selena was out.
    Distress suddenly gripped his insides.
    Damn that vampire club! Refusing to believe the worse—that she was out stalking would-be vampires in the dead of night in some isolated area—he turned his thoughts to where he might find her. He winged his way to the cemetery across town where he had followed her that first night. From memory, he recalled that the graveyard was a favored hunting place for the little club.
    If they only knew that vampires didn’t take up residence in local cemeteries. Should I tell Selena so?
    No. His divulging such information would only entice her to question him further and the more she knew about vampires—real vampires—the more danger she would be putting herself in. He turned his direction toward the outskirts of the city, the parks and recreation areas he remembered seeing as he tried to get a feel for the city on his first night there. Watching carefully for signs of small groups milling about, he found nothing more than pairs of young lovers out for late night strolls.
    He tried to connect with Selena mentally, issuing a call to her