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- She offered him her hand. "You must be Warden Ramirez." This is the part
- where I got nervous. Ramirez loved women. Ramirez never shut up about
- women. Well, he never shut up about anything in general, but he'd go on
- and on about various conquests and feats of sexual athleticism and—
- "A virgin?" Lara blurted. Lara blurted. She turned her head to me, grey eyes
- several shades paler than they had been, and very wide. "Really, Harry, I'm
- not sure what to say. Is he a present?"
- I folded my arms and regarded Lara steadily, but said nothing. This was
- Ramirez's moment to make a first impression, and if he didn't do it on his
- own, Lara would regard him as someone who couldn't protect himself. It
- would probably mark him as a target.
- Lara turned to walk a slow circle around Ramirez, inspecting him the way
- you might a flashy new sports car. She was of a height with him, but taller
- in the heels, and there was nothing but a languidly sensual confidence in the
- way she moved. "A handsome young bantam," she murmured. She trailed a
- finger across the line of his shoulders as she moved behind him. "Strong.
- Young. A hero of the White Council, I've heard." She paused to touch a
- fingertip to the back of his hand, and then shuddered. "And power, too."
- Her eyes went a few shades brighter as she completed the tour. "My
- goodness. I've recently fed, and still … Perhaps you'd care to ride with me
- back to the estate, and let Dresden walk. I promise to entertain you until he
- arrives."
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