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waved away my protest. "At least I'm always beautiful," she said, looking over my bedraggled
state. "Even after a hunt. But you look like something the cat dragged in."

I shot her a nasty glare.

"What's the matter? Your sense of humor vanish overnight?"

"Give me a break." My stomach rumbled. Yeah, I needed food, all right. "I'm hungry, I stink to high
heaven, and Iris had to cut off a pile of fur when I came home." I was never a pretty sight the
morning after the full moon, and usually I just wanted to head upstairs for a shower and spend the
day in my Hello Kitty pajamas. "I'll bet you aren't all that pretty to your victims," I added, feeling
snarky.

Giving me a wicked grin, Menolly said, "Most of my meals are so enthralled, they come on demand.
Trust me, they love it." Even though Camille had convinced her to join Vampires Anonymous,
Menolly's cutting sarcasm had remained intact. Sister or not, Menolly was one scary badass chick.
Gorgeous, but she could be a real freak show when she wanted to.

"Yeah, they love it till they realize you sucked them dry." I shook my head, reaching for the
doughnut box sitting on the coffee table. Chase, who fancied himself my boyfriend because we had
sex once a week, had sent them to me. When the box of thirty-two gourmet doughnuts had been
delivered along with a dozen red roses and a catnip toy, a little thrill ran through my heart. He
really did understand me.

"So what happened? No pervs out last night?" I winced as I stretched. My muscles needed a good
workout. I'd head down to the gym toward evening. They loved me there and had given me a free
lifetime membership because men signed up just to watch me work out. Being half-Faerie in a world
enchanted with our presence had its perks.

"Not that I could find. I drank a little, then wiped the guy's memory and sent him on his way. I only
took enough to stave off the worst of my thirst, but I'm going to need a real hunt in a few nights."
Her frost-blue eyes flashed against the copper of her Bo Derek braids. As she shook her head, the
ivory beads she'd had woven into the braids clattered like the bones of a dancing skeleton. Menolly
made no noise, except when she chose to. The beads reminded her that she had once been alive.
That she hadn't always been a vampire.

"You mean a full kill," I said. The phone rang, but it stopped after one ring. Iris must have picked
up.

"You nailed it." Menolly shrugged, but I could hear the craving in her voice. A young vampire, she
still needed to drink deep and often.

Looking at her, it was hard to believe my sister was a vamp, except for that Butoh dancer
complexion. Petite, she barely made five three, if that, but she could toss a dead demon over one
shoulder and carry him like a child, and she could drain a person of blood without blinking. She was
the youngest, but sometimes she felt old as the hills to me.

Camille, the oldest, was a buxom and curvy five foot seven witch. Long waves of curly black hair
cascaded down her back, and her eyes were violet with silver flecks. She was the practical one,
although you wouldn't know it by the way she dressed, which was one step shy of a fetish bar.