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The next day . . .------------ ---------------They say that when you sleep that you resolve personal issues and tend to be less depressed than when you went to sleep. Needless to say, not all such ideas are absolute rules. When Shamira pulled herself out of the back of the SUV, she had a crick in her neck and a scowl in her heart.She went straight to the firing range to get her ranged weapons training in. Her reflexes had improved since her death, leaving her able to cluster her shots together at will. She was practicing with a modified M-16 when she got some unexpected company.Banshee was smart enough to wait until Shamira had emptied her clip before making her presence known. It wasn't that she was afraid the other vamp would intentionally hurt her, but the message the doms had all gotten from Shane indicated that the girl wasn't in a stable frame of mind. "Are you ready to work on your spider wrangling?----------- ---------------Two days later . . .----------- ---------------They had actually let Shamira out after of her cell after the first day, but she'd cursed at Banshee, spit on Shane, then turned and stepped back into the cell on her own. The hunger kicked in on the second day, and they actually slid her a blood pack which she refused to consume . . . at first. She hadn't eaten at all since before her trip down to Macon, and vampiric hunger was much more intense than anything she had experienced when human. She drank and cursed herself, though she wasn't sure why.In the last three days, she had gone from loving her new life, loving her purpose, and basking in the feel of family, to suddenly feeling about as alone as she ever remembered being. Shamira could never go back to being the woman she had been before, but she couldn't imagine being around any of these beings anymore. She knew that she'd brought a lot of it on herself, and she wi
Shamira was stunned. She had known how she'd felt about Clara, but she'd underestimated the girl's feelings about Shamira. Again, she found herself cursing Shane for putting her in this position. She gave Clara a head start because both women needed a chance to cool off. Before she got back to the house, she saw Sebastian waiting in the shadows next to the house."You want something?" she asked."You, secured to a wall and glowing with sexual satisfaction," the dashing werespider said, "but given the circumstances, I'll settle for a talk. If you're up to it."Shamira nodded. "I'm tired and I'm hungry, so make it quick.""Shane asked me to take over the investigation," he said. "Looking for the morning star trade."She nodded again. She suspected as much. "Congratulations," she said, not meaning it at all."I told him I didn't want it. It's your baby, the ideas are yours --""Sebastian, don't cross him because of me. YOU
She took a deep sniff and then, "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice highly unfriendly.Renata strolled out of the darkness. "Damn hard to sneak up on you, you know that? We miss you inside," the werejaguar added, tilting her head toward the house. "But you probably don't much care, do you? Shamira, I'm not going to apologize for what I did. Shane says to put someone in the cell, I do it. I can't let how I feel cloud my judgment or stop me from my duty. None of us can. But Banshee and I both hated what Shane wanted us to do and we told him so. How long are you going to hold this against us?""I'm immortal. I guess that means I can hold grudges a damn long time. And what is this about telling him how mad you were after the fact? That's like making your last stand after the Alamo has burnt to the ground. Too little, too late." Shamira turned to walk away."So that's it?" Renata said, her frustration spilling over in her voice. "You're going to ali
"Please. I wish to speak to you, but wanted to greet this charming young man first.""I'll let you two get to business then," Sebastian said, kissing the Representative's hand and then backing away."Charming turncoat," Shamira muttered. "Yes?""Yes what?""You wanted to talk to me?""Why is it that you are the only one here who seems less than thrilled to accommodate me?" Alessandra asked amusedly. "Now that I have had a chance to meet Lord Stapleton's were contingent, I would like to have a smaller gathering with just the vampires of Shane's line. I so rarely get to visit family," she ended in a whisper meant for Shamira alone. "Please, escort me to the dining hall."Shamira looked over her shoulder. The dining hall was clearly visible through a set of double doors. "It's right --""I want you . . . to ESCORT me . . . to the dining hall. I would like your presence there for the dinner. And to think everyone has been te
Shane looked like he was contemplating something. "If you can make it back before the Representative needs you, perhaps you should visit your donor tomorrow. If she finds anything, you can make a second visit, but otherwise I need the whole staff here barring emergencies out in the territory. Lacroix will be here for the meeting, so if he is involved, it would be best if we knew before he steps foot on our soil.""Yes sir." Shamira turned and walked away, putting a spring in her step as soon as she was out of Shane's view. The dining hall was mostly cleared out except for a few pockets of discussion, still buzzing over what was just revealed. Clara wasn't there, but she saw Sebastian."Hey, Shane gave the okay to go ahead and start investigating you-know-who," she said when she got close."Excellent. So does that mean you're talking to the boss again?"Shamira glowered for a second, then released the tension in her shoulders. "I want to
--------------- -------------------The next evening . . .--------------- -------------------Getting out of bed by four o'clock to meet with the Representative by five had not made Shamira very happy. She, Sebastian, and Clara had kept at it for hours before getting back to training the new people. Then she and Clara had just lain together in the quiet of their room, enjoying the feel of sleep unaffected by stress. But there were still people in the house that she didn't want to deal with, and Lady Alessandra was one of them. Shamira couldn't get a handle on the woman, and that made her nervous. That and the fact that Alessandra would probably be in Shane's presence didn't bode well. She wasn't quite ready to forgive Shane.At least she had gotten a chance to go down and talk to Kira for a bit. The geeky financial hacker was happier than hell to have something "diabolical" to do, and had promised Shamira that no one would suspect a thing. Regard
"Well, that went well," Shamira muttered as the crowd continued to yell and scream at each other at the tops of their lungs. Five minutes ago, a magically broadcast meeting arranged by the Tribunal, a council of magical creatures, had just announced to the mystical community that they would indeed be implementing a plan to make their presence known to the human world. Shamira thought things were going well, based primarily on the fact that no one had actually killed anyone else yet. Yet.Every submissive in Shane's house had been paired up with a dominant for the meeting, and they were all in their best BDSM uniforms. Shamira had been paired with Sebastian and they both looked quite fetching. Sebastian wore white leather breeches and a matching vest, both of which showed off his drool-worthy underwear-model's body.Much to her surprise, Shamira was getting a lot of attention as well. She was wearing a leather thong underneath a black spandex, fishnet body stocking.
Clyde shook his head. "I lost my wife five years ago to a drunk driver. Took me a while to get over it, and I figured the kids didn't need a new mom so much as a good dad, so that's what I tried to be. But it can get a might lonely," he said. "Your sister knows what I am and don't seem bothered by it at all."Shamira was actually stunned, but mostly because she actually kind of liked the match. Clyde had a sense of honor that the asshole-soon-to-be-ex of her sister couldn't comprehend. "I don't want her in danger," was the only thing she could think to say."Real world ain't perfectly safe," Clyde said respectfully, "but I can promise that anyone who might mean her harm will have to go through me."Shamira looked down at the ground, then back up. "Have you been harassing Patrick?" she asked, almost spitting her soon-to-be-former brother-in-law's name. "You know he and his lawyer have backed off of Samantha a lot. Seems to have started right after I asked y