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You held those men immobile.”
    “Yes.”
    “What else can you do?”
                  Amalia paused, wondering how much to divulge. “I can manipulate the air surrounding me. I can make it feel like hundreds of swords are piercing your skin. I can hold you suspended in the air. I can disappear. I have very few limitations.”
                  He had finished loading the magazine and was working on a second one.
                  “What are you using for ammo? Those bullets are like nothing I’ve ever seen.”
    “Aye, I make them myself. I was a blacksmith in a former life.” His tone implied one word duh .  “They’re silver and on the inside is holy water.”
    “Holy water?” Amalia blinked. “You know that doesn’t really work on us, right?”
    “Seems to have worked just fine for me.”
    “It might be the silver bullets that are working. The holy water is useless. Where did you come up with that?” When he didn’t answer, she teased him, “Did you read every vampire novel out there?”
    Damn her, he felt his face get hot. “Alright, here.” He thrust the bottle towards her. “Drink.”
    Amalia stared at him, then looked at the bottle, and rolled her eyes. “Really?” she sighed. “Fine.”Nevin watched her take a swig of the holy water. She choked and began to shudder.
    “Stupid female.” He was instantly in front of her, trying to get a good look at her face, and what he saw shocked him.
    She was laughing.
    “Oh, you are too easy,” she said, a smile still hovering about her lips. Shoving his holy water back at him, she asked, “Did I pass your test?”
                  Grinding his teeth, he ignored her taunt. “I want to see where you found the last body.”
                  “As you know, there are no bodies.”
                  “The ashes then, if you will.”
                  Dipping her head, Amalia turned away and Nevin found he didn’t like that. Strangely, he wanted her with him. But he had her taste now, he could find her anywhere.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
                  They materialized in Amalia’s living room.
                  “This is where you live?”
                  “Yes, why?” She glared at him, “I like my house.” Amalia knew she sounded defensive, but she couldn’t help it. She had worked hard to make this space her own. Although house might have been a bit of a misnomer.
    He turned around to take in the full view. “I guess I expected something more . . . gothic.”
    “This isn’t the Middle Ages anymore, Nevin.”
    His murmured “I know” was nearly too quiet for her to hear. A stab of sympathy pierced her heart. What was it about this Highland blacksmith that had arrowed through her defenses from the first moment? She’d been asking herself that question for centuries, yet she wasn’t any closer to an answer now than she had been then.
    Shaking off the maudlin feelings, Amalia glanced around her condo trying to see it through his eyes. Colors, lots of colors. There wasn’t a single white wall. Too many throw pillows, a comfy and slightly worn sofa, and art. She had artwork on every wall. So maybe it was a little cluttered, but it was home, which was more than she could say about the Castle of the Nightkind in Germany. She’d never felt at ease living in the castle. She had rooms there, to be sure, but she tried not to stay for too long. It reminded her of her years at Court, and those weren’t years she enjoyed remembering.
    “It suits you,” he said after a moment. “But why are we here? I wanted to see where you found the ashes.”
    Amalia blinked. “Yes.”
    “Here?”
    “Here.”
    Her lips were pressed tightly together. She didn’t like knowing someone had been in her personal space, especially since very few of her kind knew about her haven. The implications