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hands over her mouth. “That’s horrible!”
    “There were other kids there, though.” Vlad seemed to be reasoning this through. She imagined that he’d been trying to find a pattern or a solution all day long. “Giovanni’s other children weren’t touched. Just the eldest.”
    “But Ioann is the youngest.”
    Vlad glanced down right before he set her on her bed. His face was a mask of uncertainty. “I know.”
    Vlad began stripping out of his clothing. The bedside lamp was on. Tonight she was completely sober and in control of her mental faculties. That meant she was getting a delightful view of his beautiful body.
    Since the moment she had first seen him, she had been fascinated by his tattoos. Now she was getting a full look at them in the light as he unashamedly got naked in front of her.
    “Vlad?”
    He seemed distracted, which was understandable. Yet she needed him to focus away from the horror and relax. So Mary reached out and brushed her fingertips over the crow tattooed across the right side of his ribs.
    “What do all of these mean?” Mary asked.
    He seemed surprised. “I must confess that many of them don’t mean anything at all. Most of the time I forget I even have them.”
    “What do the words say?” She pointed to the phrase in Cyrillic that peeked out of the collar of his shirt.
    “It says faithless,” he explained. “It is to remind me that most people are.”
    “That’s not encouraging.” She felt almost disturbed by his jaded outlook. “What about the crow?”
    “I like crows.” He shrugged. “I believe they’re couriers of the dead. They carry the souls of the living to the land of the dead.”
    Mary stared at the unseeing eyes of the black bird. “I’ve always heard they’re tricksters who lead unsuspecting people astray.”
    “That too.” He looked pointedly down at her. “You’re wearing far too much clothing.”
    She glanced down at her clothes. “I have on a bathrobe and pajamas. How is that too much to go to bed?”
    “You should be naked.”
    “I never sleep naked.”
    “You will.”
    He playfully grabbed the belt of her robe and tugged it loose. The garment fell open and she let it slide right off. Vlad tossed it aside and reached for her pants. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of the loose pajamas, he began dragging them down her legs.
    Mary giggled and rolled, trying to keep hold of them. In the end though, she really didn’t put forth much effort. Vlad easily removed her pants leaving her in her panties and an old T-shirt.
    “I told you that I’m not a very sexy woman,” Mary reminded him.
    The way he was looking at her though, it made her melt on the inside. Vlad put both palms on the insides of her bare thighs and gazed up at her with so much desire in his eyes that Mary began to tremble.
    “Do you say this nonsense because you don’t have the voluptuous figure of a fertility goddess?” he asked.
    “I suppose.” She shrugged, uncomfortable with this topic even though she’d been the one to bring it up. “I know my breasts are small and I don’t have much in the way of curves. That’s all.”
    “That doesn’t mean that a man wouldn’t find you attractive.”
    She thought of some of her near encounters in the past. “That’s not how a lot of guys see it.”
    “Then a lot of guys are stupid,” Vlad announced.
    “No argument here.”
    He growled and climbed onto her bed. He rolled to his side, taking her with him. When he had settled on his back he helped her to sit astride his body. The position was unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable. She wiggled a little. He groaned. That was when Mary realized that she could feel the hard ridge of his cock right against the crotch of her panties.
    “Does this feel good to you?” she asked, staring down at his handsome face and trying to gauge what he might be thinking.
    “Yes.” He put his hands on her hips. “Although not as good as it would feel if you were naked.”
    She got up on her knees