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get a better look. “Are you high?”
    The hazel eyes that looked back at her were not glazed but very calm and alert and in that moment, Vicky’s senses picked up an unusual energy from her sister. She swallowed the knot in her throat. “Kay?”
    “Sheesh, Vicks. I haven’t done that stuff in years. You know that.” As the glowing butt of her cigarette grew, Kay glanced at the large coffee table nearby. “You really need to get an ashtray.” Reaching out, she pulled the glass that Vicky had left there earlier toward her. It contained a bit of water. She tapped her cigarette over the rim.
    Vicky crossed her arms over her chest, accepting her sister’s answer. Still, she pressed on. “Then what’s going on? There’s something strange about you.”
    Kay dragged on the cigarette again and regarded her with those calm eyes for a silent moment. Then her mouth curved mischievously. “I met someone tonight. A super-hunky god, Vicks. Damn shame they’re not many of them.”
    Vicky let out a soft, embarrassed groan, the obvious slapping her in the face. Her sister had had sex. Amazing sex from the looks of it. Heat pooled in her cheeks. No wonder she hadn’t recognized the signs—she’d barely gone near a man in almost a year. Not since her break up of a two-year relationship.
    She was about to ask Kay why she wasn’t spending the night with Mr. Super-Hunky but she couldn’t afford to lose any more sleep. In any case, she was relieved that her sister was well, so she started back toward the bedroom. “You’ll have to tell me about him when I get back from Greece. Take the spare room. Sheets are clean.”
    “Shit. I forgot about your trip. Sorry.”
    “No prob.”
    “Okay, goodnight.”
    * * * *
    Kay woke up early, feeling fully rested on just five hours of sleep. She tossed back the sheets with enthusiasm, looking forward to the weekend. She rarely made plans—they just happened. The pulse of energy and alertness still flowed through her body. She splashed cool water on her face in the washroom and ran her fingers through her hair.
    Her sister had suspected she’d taken typical street drugs. She would be stupid to jeopardize her health and her career. Though what that sexy Belgian demigod had given her was quite illegal, it was no drug. It was a perfectly safe, magical potion that sharpened the senses and increased one’s natural skills five-fold. The effects would last only a week, but she could accomplish so much in that time. Presently, Universal Studios had a casting call for models for an action movie and she was improving her portfolio, determined to get an audition at least. The role was small, but the movie wasn’t. Her life could take an interesting and very successful turn.
    Of course, she’d need some more STX, but that was no issue. Heck, she hadn’t even gone looking for it—the unearthly potion was hard to come by. But once she’d purred teasingly in Antoine’s ear last night, he’d surprised her with two samples. Then he’d promised more in exchange for sex. Several hot rolls on the bed with him were fine by her.
    She returned to the bedroom where she pulled on her clothes and then located her clutch in the living room. Vicky was still asleep. She felt guilty for waking her up in the middle of the night, but she’d been on a euphoric high and opted to walk home instead of taking a cab. Four blocks later, she ended up in front of Vicky’s condo building. A couple was just going in through the main entrance and she slipped in behind them, hoping her sister was still up reading a book or something.
    As she walked to the front door, her gaze fell on the assortment of travel bags on the floor. She smiled, happy that Vicky was finally going on that trip to Greece. She began walking past, but an idea halted her steps. She turned and surveyed the bags again, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
    She’d kill me if she knew. Her sister was ultra-ethical, which was fine, but too