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Also by Geneva Lee Albin
Acknowledgments
To Louise
Who waited forever for me
to write the damn vampire book.
CHAPTER ONE
JULIAN
“What year is it?”
I blinked as I raised my hand to shield my eyes. Daylight assaulted me through the windows, making it impossible to see. Still, a few things were apparent:
The world had not ended.
Despite this, I was awake.
And someone had opened the blinds.
There was only one soul who knew where I kept the remote control for the window shades–the only person I could trust. Someone who knew that waking me was not only stupid, but dangerous. Someone who’d seen me take off someone’s head for doing it.
And she’d opened the blinds, anyway.
If my assistant had disturbed me, there had to be an excellent reason. At least, there better be.
Celia moved noiselessly around the room as the blinds finished rising to reveal floor-to-ceiling windows. Light sparkled on the ceiling, dancing to the rhythm of the waves outside. Quiet. Peaceful. The only sound came from the crashing surf. I was utterly alone. That was the way I preferred it. People didn’t bother me here–except for Celia, apparently. She had not only woken me up, but now she carefully skirted around my bed. She knew better than to be within reach of a vampire who hadn’t had a warm meal in a couple of decades.
“I’m not going to bite,” I assured her.
Celia snorted and maintained her distance. “I’ve heard that before, so I think I’ll wait until I’m sure your gentlemanly side has kicked in.”
