759462.

Now that she�d seen Dorian enter the alarm code at the front door, Charley couldn�t get the sequence out of her mind, no matter how badly she wanted to obliterate it.

It was the kind of perfect intel most thieves would risk their lives for, and all Charley had done was glance up at the right moment. A mindless, two-second effort after she and Dorian had gotten back from their drive; it hadn�t even occurred to Dorian she might be watching him.

That she might have a reason to watch him.

759462. It was everything Rudy needed to bleed Dorian�s priceless art collection dry. Everything she needed to win back Rudy�s elusive trust.

That�s my girl, her father�s voice echoed. Resourceful as always.

Shame burned through her heart, and for a moment she pictured herself in the mines of hell, shoveling coal into a furnace alongside all the vampires and terrible humans who�d ever existed.

"Are you still intent on leaving me today?" Dorian asked as they headed into the grand foyer.

Charley sighed. "I�m just anxious to get back to Sasha. But if it helps, I�ll be thinking of you the entire ride home."

"Not especially." Dorian cupped her face, his eyes glittering, despite his frown. "One last drink before you go?"

"Why not? I always love a good day-drink."

"Splendid. I�ve got just the thing."

They headed into the study, where the fire was crackling, the room cleaned of all evidence of last night�s arguments and broken glass. Charley wondered if his brothers had taken care of it, or Aiden, or some mysterious housekeeping staff who�d remained totally invisible.

Settling into the same chair she�d occupied last night, Charley pulled the blanket over her shoulders and welcomed the fire�s warmth, her head still spinning from all the things Dorian had shared with her. Vampires, shapeshifters, demons, witches� It was enough to send anyone to the nuthouse. Yet nothing he�d confessed had scared her off. Not from him.

There were still so many questions to ask, so many rabbit holes she wanted to go down. In a perfect world, she would stay the whole weekend. The whole month. A blissful, perfect vacation from all her regrets and bad choices, where she could wake up every morning to a gourmet brunch, spend the afternoon driving through the autumn mountains and learning all there was to know about the supernatural world. Then, at night, she�d slip between dark satin sheets with the vampire whose every demanding kiss set her skin aflame.

But now, after seeing that security code, her mind kept veering right back to the topic they hadn�t covered.

The stolen art.

Dorian poured two drinks at the bar, then turned and handed her a glass full of amber liquid. "A rare vintage Cognac, about half as old as I am."

Charley grinned, bringing the glass to her nose for a deep whiff. "Mmm. An antique in a glass."

She sipped, letting the smooth taste linger on her tongue. It was�like everything connected to Dorian Redthorne�elegant, delicious, and a little overwhelming.

She couldn�t even imagine what the bottle must�ve cost him.

When he finally settled into the chair next to her, she looked up at him and said, "Before we say our goodbyes, there�s something else we need to discuss."

"Another deal? Perhaps a negotiation that ends with me tying you to my bed for a proper punishment?"

Her thighs clenched, butterflies twirling in her stomach at the thought.

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