What's in the cave, Russell?' Madigan asked with heavy sarcasm.

I shrugged. 'Rocks. Lots of 'em.'

'Don't patronize me.' His voice lowered to a hiss. 'What else is in the cave?'

I looked him straight in the eye and spoke one word.

'Mud.

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Where are we going? You never told me."
"My home in Romania."
Wow, this guy wasn’t kidding with his Dracula fixation.

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Bones leaned back, studying me. I felt so self-conscious. If only I had a shield of makeup, some perfectly arranged hair... and oh yeah. Some panties.

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I hope it's the worst fuck you've ever had, you ruthless, manipulating bastard."
"Pillow talk already?" he replied with a slight grin.

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How could I possibly keep my cool while getting sweaty with him? What if I screamed out something horrifying, like "I love you?" What if I had an epileptic attack and started drooling or spitting right in the middle of things?

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Since this was a formal undead gathering, there would be food—all kinds—drinks, dancing, and festivities, while those in power pondered whether or not to slaughter half the people around them. In other words, like a high-school prom.

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If only there was a way I could cover my tension with the scent of eau de brass valls instead.

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He had black hair anybody could see was dyed, and even had one long piece wrapped around his head in that way some men did to fool no one into believing they weren't bald. I resisted a sudden strong urge to tug away that piece and scream peekaboo! at his bare crown underneath.

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You either trust me or you don't. I've never let you down, and I won't walk away unless you make me. Period. Now, unless you have a real emergency, I'd like to get back to my vacation. And my corpse, thanks.

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Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten."
My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look.
Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right.
"It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven."
"Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy.

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