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The vampire smirked, a surprisingly predatory expression on her cupid’s-bow lips, and glided back to the empty chair by the door, seating herself in it like Shirley Temple on a movie set, sure that she held the attention of everyone there.
“Gutsy,” I said quietly.
“Why do you say that?” Sir Stuart asked.
“She came in without an invitation,” I said.
“I thought vampires couldn’t do that.”
“The Reds ca—That is, they couldn’t without being half-paralyzed. The Black Court vampires can’t cross a threshold, period. The Whites can, but it cripples their abilities, makes it very difficult to draw on their Hunger for strength and speed.”
Sir Stuart shook his head. “Ah yes. She’s a succubus.”
“Well . . . not exactly, but the differences are academic.”
The shade nodded. “I’m not exposing Mortimer to that creature

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Will literally growled, and it came out sounding like no noise a human being ought to be able to make. But then he nodded to Murphy and turned toward the door. Marci hurried to her feet and went after him. Forthill stumped off after them. I heard everyone leave the house by the back door, probably to gather on the stone-paved patio just outside.
“I like this,” Felicia said into the silence, smiling. “This charming little house feels so intimate. Don’t you think?” She tilted her head. “Are the Swords on the premises?”
“I think you should name your price,” Murphy responded.
Felicia arched an eyebrow, a sensual little smile bending one corner of her mouth into a smirk.
“F—” Murphy cleared her throat. “Forget that. It isn’t happening.”
The vampire turned her mouth down in a mocking little pout. “Such a Puritan work ethic. Business and pleasure can coexist, you know.”
“This isn’t business, Ms. Raith. It’s blackmail.”
“To-may-toe, to-mah-toe,” Felicia said with a shrug. “The point is, Karrin, that you can hardly afford to be squeamish.”
“No?”
“No. You’re intelligent, skilled, and strong-willed—quite formidable. . . .” She smiled. “For a mortal. But, in the end, you are a lone mortal. And you are no longer beneath the aegis of city law enforcement or resident members of the White Council.”
Murphy moved nothing but her lips. “Meaning?”
Felicia sighed and said in a practical, dispassionate tone, “The Swords are valuable. They could be traded for a great deal of influence. Should the White Court learn of this and decide to take the Swords, they will take you. they will ask you where they are. They will force you to surrender them.”
Murphy might have twitched one shoulder in a shrug. Then she got up and walked toward Felicia, gripping her gun loosely in hand. “And . . . what? If I give you what you want, you’ll stay quiet?”
Felicia nodded, her eyelids lowering as she watched Murphy approach. “For a few days, at any rate. By which time, you will have been able to take measures to prevent them from being taken.”
Murphy said, “You want to feed on me.”
Felicia ran a very pink tongue over her upper lip, her eyes growing paler. “I do. Very much.”
Murphy frowned and nodded.
Then she whipped the pistol in a bone-breaking stroke, smashing it into the vampire’s jaw.
“Yes!” I hissed, clenching my hands into fists.

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