Rose's Rapture: Lords of the Night, Book Two

Rose's Rapture: Lords of the Night, Book Two by Jordan Summers

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should concern yourself with my future conquests . Like you, I seek only sustenance.” Which was a lie, but baiting the vampyre was becoming his second favorite pastime. “It’s not my fault that my way of feeding happens to be more pleasurable than yours.”
    “I’ll kill ye, if you touch her,” Hamish bellowed.
    Lazarus arched a brow. “I find it odd that you claim not to care, yet threaten so much violence in the next breath.”
    “You know not what you speak.” Hamish turned away as the statement hit its mark.
    “Take care baobhan sith an eternity can be a long time to spend without an anam marrow . I would know.” Lazarus left the vampyre to brood in the library.
    He returned to the ballroom to find Abigail surrounded by suitors. With a few well-placed suggestions aided by a little magical compulsion, the men stepped back, allowing Lazarus to take his rightful place at her side.
    “I thought perhaps you’d left us, Lord Hyde.” She glanced up from beneath exotically long lashes. Her flawless face glowed softly in the candlelight.
    “I’d never do that, my lady,” he said. “Not without saying goodbye first.”
    “So is this farewell?” she asked, meeting his gaze. Her expression remained openly serene, but her blue eyes were laughing at him.
    He slanted his head to get a better look at her porcelain features. “Do you wish it to be?” Lazarus braced for her answer. He didn’t think she’d say yes, but what if she did?
    Her answer was slow in coming, almost as if she’d drawn it out to torture him. “No.” She smiled.
    “Good,” he said.
    Abigail pulled her gaze away. “Lord Henry has been regaling us with a story about his military years,” she said.
    “Was he now?” Lazarus glanced at the auburn-haired man, who held himself with an air of authority. His intentions toward Abigail were written clearly upon his patrician face. A second later Lazarus probed his thoughts. Lord Henry’s war experience had been slightly exaggerated, no doubt in an attempt to impress Abigail. Instead of leading the charge on the battlefield, he’d spent the campaign behind a desk. Lazarus planted the thought that he must tell the truth, then withdrew from his mind.
    By the time Lord Henry finished speaking, his face was mottled and he quickly excused himself from their presence. Lazarus systematically eliminated every man until he was the only one remaining.
    “My lady it appears your admirers have gone,” he said innocently.
    She looked at him and her blue eyes narrowed. “Yes, that is odd that your arrival coincided with their departure.”
    “But fortunate for me.” Lazarus grinned. “May I have this dance?”
    Abigail glanced around at her guests. “I really shouldn’t.”
    “It’s just one dance,” he encouraged. “We’ll be in plain view of everyone, so it’s not as if we’ll get tongues to wag.”
    She looked around the crowd once more, and then acquiesced. “Very well, one dance.”
    Lazarus led Abigail out onto the dance floor, his body tense in anticipation. The musicians struck the first notes of a waltz. The moment he took her into his arms it was like coming home. She possessed a pliant grace that automatically drew him. Her soft laughter tickled his spine as he whispered outrageous observations in her ear. Instead of being offended, Abigail seemed to grow bolder with each exchange.
    Lazarus’s fingers shook as he drew her nearer. The warmth of her flesh through her rich blue gown scalded his hand, ratcheting his need. Abigail’s pleasure grew and Lazarus heard his stomach growl in anticipation. He needed to get her alone, long enough to kiss her and seal their fate. He knew he wasn’t playing fair, but neither did the gods. Time was against him. It would take all his skill as a grotesque to convince her to slip away. “Meet me on the terrace,” he whispered the dare.
    “I cannot.” Her gaze darted around the room as good sense warred with desire. “As host, I have

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