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            Ace's magenta alligator skin shoes clacked against the marble floor as he walked to the beat of an old ticking clock resounding off the capacious library.

"This is quite the display," Ace said, stopping before us to lean against his cane, with its octagon-shaped crystal and intricate designs swirling down the staff. He inspected Dunkin the vampire, who sputtered out a curse at the ground. His pale cheeks reddening in embarrassment. With a sigh, Ace slid that exotic violet gaze back to Death and me. "But I can't say I'm surprised. Now, what happened that resulted in a Master vampire hog-tied in my library like a Christmas ham?"

Death propped a shoulder against the book shelf beside him and crossed his muscular arms. "He wanted to know what Fifty Shades of Grey was."

"He doggy-ears his book pages," I added, earning a look of confusion from everyone, including Dunkin, who had to crane his neck up at an awkward angle from the ground to do so. "What? It should be a crime."

"They ganged up on me!" Dunkin snarled. "That crazy bitch hit me in the head with a bloody book!" He bobbed his head toward the exact title amongst a pool of other materials. "That one! The big thick one!"

"Aw, you got hit by a big thick one?" Death asked, prodding the piercing on his lower lip. The innuendo was clear by his tone. "I forget, was it in the face or the ass?"

Dunkin's silver eyes morphed once more into their demonic infinite back, and his fangs lengthened. "You wait until I'm freed, you bloody repulsive thing! You wait!"

"I'm quaking in my leather pants." With a crinkle of plastic, Death popped a piece of blue candy into his mouth with a bored expression. I watched the muscles in his jaw work as he sucked on the candy and tore my gaze away as his head started to turn toward me. "Don't we have a meeting, Warlock?" Death asked. "The Leach is draining every last drop of my patience."

Ace raked a hand aggressively through his hair and limped closer to us. "Why is it everywhere you two go," he said, splitting his attention between each of us, "la tornade of chaos follows?" He made a furious spinning motion in our faces with his finger to emphasize our "tornado" tendencies and then stomped his cane on the ground. "Brûle en l'enfer! Did we not just have a lengthy discussion about this, Death? Does your word mean nothing anymore?"

"It wasn't his fault," I explained, earning a seething look from the warlock. "I'm the one who attacked Dunkin first, okay? He was trying to instigate a fight, and I attacked him. Death and I ran into him a while ago at your club, and one of his vampires tried to seduce me. Death had stepped in and..." I glanced at Death. "Well..."

"I threw one of his newborns off the second-floor balcony of your club," Death admitted in his low, deep voice. "Dunkin' Donut's vampire was about to rip into Faith's neck and assault her. You know how male newborns are, eager to stick their fangs and their dicks into anything with a pulse."

"You could have respectfully handled this outside of my store," Ace argued. "Some of these books are invaluable, hundreds of years old. If Dunkin is right about one thing, it's your insubordination. There are laws that you're expected to adhere to, Death, especially as the Prince of Darkness. Also, had you read the sign on the front door of my store and attentively listened to me earlier, you would have known to knock thrice on the door before entering my store, instead of completely demolishing the ward protecting it like an ogre with rabies barreling through a wall."

Death pinched the blue candy between his fangs thoughtfully and drew it back into his mouth. "Well I won't apologize for tarnishing the expected comportment of my title next to Lucifer, because that's my forte." A cocky grin that spread across his toxically beautiful face. "Nor will I apologize for your ward, although I must admit, it was impressively painful. And the thrice knocking thing to mock the holy trinity? Hilarious."

"Why isn't anyone freeing me?" Dunkin cried out, still thrashing on the floor. He managed to knock a book off a shelf a great distance above him and it thumped right onto the back of his head with the expected weight of a bowling ball. "AAGGRRH!"

"Dunkin is supposed to have his vampires under control in a public environment," Death continued in a calm voice, since Ace was visibly fuming over his answer. "He says I humiliated his crypt, I say he's fortunate I didn't decapitate him and his newborn with a rusty saw."

I shot Death a look that said, Seriously? The argument was finally ending.

"What Death means to say," I clarified to Ace, "is that he feels his actions toward Dunkin were fair, but we do apologize for any inconvenience we have caused you today. We're both a little volatile with all the stress and last-minute training we've done this week. I really appreciate you agreeing to help me, and I hope you and Trixe are okay after the–er–accident. I feel really bad about what happened."

When Death remained silent beside me and seemed to be distracted by a ribbon hanging out of a book with a sparkly bead at the end of it, I nudged his side. Growling, he angled his chin down at me, a look of something carnal and hungry flashed in his exotic eyes. The edges around his statuesque face sharpened ever so slightly, and my mouth went dry. Exotic green eyes swept slowly over the length of me, in a way that made me think he was debating whether to eat me or rip off my clothes and have his way with me. Whatever he was feeling, it fired out of his frame like invisible venom and ruined me. The message that was sent was clear. His beast had sought me out, mind, body, and soul, like I was his remedy, and I'd accepted without any defiance.

"Death?" Ace gave his cloaked arm a firm shake.

Death blinked, shook his head once in a jerky movement, and tore his gaze from mine. His pupils, which I realized were more swollen than usual, tightened back to their usual vertical slits, and he clenched his jaw so hard that I heard teeth crack.

I released the breath I was holding and dropped my eyes to the ground. As soon as Death had torn his attention away from me, I felt ripped from a spell he'd held me under and was left with the cold confliction of regret, fading lust, and the bizarre thought that I'd just expressed to Death's monster that I wanted to get jiggy with him.

Without any sort of apology, Death took a step away from me. He showed no outward signs of what had just occurred, or any emotion at all, really, even as he glanced my way one last time out of curiosity. I couldn't bear to look at him again after my body's insane reaction to him and stared at one of the fancy buttons on Ace's suit vest.

I mean, Jesus Christ. I needed a full-blown ice bath after having what had externally looked like an innocent staring contest between me and the Grim Reaper and internally a sex fest with our clothes on.

Ace cleared his throat, deciding to move on from whatever the hell had just happened. "Well I appreciate your apology, ma chére, and Trixie is recovering well. I'm glad to see you are in good health, too. The last time I saw you, you were certainty not yourself, and I don't blame you for what occurred. There were many factors involved, as Death and I have discussed on a few occasions since that event." His violet gaze settled on my throat, and I realized he was looking at my pendant. A strange look had washed over his expression when he lifted his eyes up to Death's.

"The Familiar in her necklace is still in comatose," Death said, answering Ace's unsaid question. I imagined he was concentrating on Ace's vest button just as hard as I was. "I did everything you said. She hasn't had any problems with it. At least, as far as I know." I felt those catlike eyes cling to the side of my face. When he spoke, this time his voice was low, almost throaty. "Have you, Faith?"

I hesitated to respond, and I didn't know why. "Nope," I said, clearing my throat and trying to appear as casual as possible. "No weird pendant issues that I can think of."

The warlock narrowed his eyes. "Good. Well I suppose I am overreacting about this whole Dunkin situation if what you're saying is the truth." He backed up a few steps and bent down to snatch up the book that I smacked the vampire in the face with. He read the title and pursed his lips. "You're over eight times the mortal's age, Dunkin, and you were jested by a book about reptilians?"

"Who cares what the bloody book is about?" Dunkin shrieked. "I've been an associate of Lucifer for over three-hundred years, and this inbred Venom wanna-be and his stupid big-bosomed slag dishonored my entire clan! Now the immodest tattooed delinquent with Daddy issues is threatening me on neutral ground, and nobody is doing anything about it?! I won't stand for this! I am a pureblood! I am an immigrant of the Netherworld! My people will hear about this, you mark my words! I won't stand for this––"

Ace snapped his fingers and suddenly Dunkin had a wad of cloth in his mouth. "Emmerdeur! What a pain in the ass. Does he ever shut up?"

"Just say the word and he'll be disposed of," Death said with a dark smile.

Ace put his hands on his hips and studied Death and I, contemplating what to do with us. "Right. You two sound sincere enough, and I really don't have time for any more of this nonsensical chatter. I'll have someone eventually escort Mr. Cruller out. Unfortunately, we're going to have to have our meeting in my green house. The séance room and the adjacent private bedrooms are being renovated."

With a pointed look in my direction, Ace pivoted and hobbled down the aisle of books and we followed. As he pulled open a door and disappeared into another room, I decided to get over my strange moment with Death and and turned back to smile privately him. "Dunkin's last name is Cruller?That's perfect."    

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