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Chapter 2<br />
Sylvie knew she was holding his hand. There wasn’t a cell in her body that<br />
wasn’t vibrating like a bee trapped in a glass jar. What was left of her gray matter was<br />
telling her she should cut ties now, while the cutting was good. Those two, Burke and<br />
Isabella, were in some serious trouble with a law enforcement organization she knew<br />
nothing about.<br />
At this point she figured she could talk herself out of any legal trouble her<br />
affiliation with them might have brought on her, but if she stuck with them much<br />
longer… there was no telling what might be assumed.<br />
Oy, the tangled webs, blah, blah, blah.<br />
Ironically, her troubles had started because she’d tried to do something new and<br />
exciting to get Carpe Nocturne in the black.<br />
That was another thing. She needed to get in touch with the police and find out<br />
when she could open Carpe Nocturne back up. Because she’d had to close early Friday,<br />
she’d now lost almost two days’ revenues, and although Sundays weren’t her biggest<br />
day of the week, money was money. Things were beyond desperate at this point.<br />
But damn if she could get herself to let go of Burke’s hand, let alone wish him<br />
luck and hightail it away from there. Whether it was the vampire-bonding thing or her<br />
Catholic upbringing, even the thought of leaving him made her feel guilty as hell. It was<br />
like she was abandoning him.<br />
She was getting really tired now. Beyond tired. Her feet were killing her. Her<br />
legs were sore. Her back was achy. Her eyes felt like they’d been alternately rolled in<br />
crushed glass and petroleum jelly. She did a lot of blinking as she walked. And a lot of<br />
wondering.<br />
Where the hell were they headed? They weren’t far from Lisa’s house.
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