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Chapter 5
Sylvie hadn’t gotten completely over her frustration with Miko by the next
evening. He’d taken her to some empty apartment on the other side of town and left her
there, with a single suitcase of clothes. He left her alone for a full twenty-four hours.
With nothing but a few frozen Lean Cuisines in the freezer, a few bottles of her favorite
cola, a half-gallon of Moose Tracks… and four blank white walls.
Twenty-four hours was a long time to stew and worry and think. To fume and
rant about men and their controlling ways. To work herself up to a healthy rage about
their inability to see what was most important in life.
Not to mention to try every window and door in the place to see if she could get
out.
No such luck. He’d locked her up like an animal! Grrr!
Although she did have to admit after about twelve hours, she’d simmered down.
The urge to pound some sense into the vampire had eased… somewhat. For one thing,
it simply took too much out of her to remain pissed off that long. And second, she
understood the position Miko was in. He had to do what he had to do and clearly his
personal situations had to take a backseat to his professional obligations. While she
didn’t appreciate being locked up, he’d sort of explained the reason for it. She was in
danger, and he didn’t want her going to Carpe Nocturne. She guessed he was afraid of
coming to check on her too often, in case the killer was following him.
Okay, so if they thought Burke was the killer, why, oh why did everyone think
he was after her? Clearly they knew something she did not.
Knowing Miko couldn’t come to her during the daylight hours, she’d forced
herself to sleep then. When she awoke at dusk, she showered and put on fresh clothes.
She nuked a frozen dinner and ate it. Wiped out the rest of the ice cream. Then, she