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is the least of my life, Abigail. Trust me when I tell you it’s better to receive the information a little at a time.”
    “Oh, I see. You get to spout things like destiny and curses, and I’m supposed to just take it docilely, just let the big, strong man tell me what he thinks I need to know.” She marched over to where he stood and tapped his chest with her index finger. “Well, step into the 21 st century. I’ve been all across this world, have seen some of the worst tragedies known to mankind, and very little scares me.”
     Nathaniel moved so suddenly she felt the wind as he pushed her against the wall. His hands bracketed her as his hard body pressed into her curves. His eyes when they stared into hers were an endless pool of fire and fury. And his voice, when he spoke, was deep, guttural and exceptionally dangerous.  “You haven’t asked me how I can be immortal, Abigail.”
    She swallowed. A lump lodged in her throat.  She tried again, but her mouth was too dry. Perhaps, she really didn’t want to know, after all.  Wasn’t this always the part in the movie where the woman made a dignified exit?  “I thought you said that was your curse.”
    “Actually,” he smiled, his lips parting enough to allow her a brief glimpse of sharp, white fangs, “this is my curse.”
    She willed herself not to faint. She would stay upright. Fainting was for sissies and women who waved fans in front of their faces, while batting their eyes at brawny men in armor.  She had more strength than that…she hoped.
    Questions flowed through her mind, some she wasn’t sure she wanted answers to. Biting her lower lip, she looked up into the dark eyes that now held desperation and a hint of resolve, like now that he told her, he knew she’d run.
    A very large point of her wanted to, that part that held common sense, but there went those damned instincts again.
    Think, Abby. He’s not going to kill you. You’d be dead by now if that was his intention. So what other nefarious purpose does he have in mind for you, if any? “You can’t be a vampire. I heard your heartbeat, felt your breath.”
    “I didn’t become a vampire in the customary manner.”
    “Oh, yes, how could I forget that? You were cursed, and now, you drink blood.  I guess this is always the part where the woman runs screaming down the hall, and you miss out on another supper.”  Sarcasm had always served her well in times of desperation.  Things couldn’t be more desperate than they were at that exact moment.
    Nathaniel drew back and blinked at her, momentarily taken aback, which was a plus for her.
    If she could keep him off-guard, maybe she’d find out the whole story about because her instincts were telling her there was so much more to Nathaniel’s change than just a bite on the neck.  Whatever the tale, he’d had plenty of time to offer her to drain her blood, and since she was still walking around in one piece, that had to mean she wasn’t in any danger…at least not imminent danger anyway.
    Or maybe just a different kind of trouble. The way he looked at her now clearly said he had other plans for her.  Probably something dark and dangerous. Sensual. The one word sent a tingle from the top of her head to her toes. Well, she’d stuck it out this far, she might as well hang around for the ending
    Nathaniel surveyed her with a steady gaze.  “You’re not afraid.” The statement held a tone of awe which she waved away.
    “Should I be?”
    “Most women would be.”
    “I’m not most women.” She tapped her chin with one finger. “Your expression told me I was right, that were cursed as a vampire. Does that kind of stuff actually happen?” Her shoulders lifted as she laughed. “What am I asking? I’m standing in the same room with a vampire asking if curses really exist.”
    “The hour is late.”  Nathaniel interrupted her conversation, cupped her elbow in his hand, and began to tug her toward the door.  “We will have plenty of