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echoed back and forth, holding the two of us in a loop of sensation that made the hairs on my arm stand up and my body tighten.

The dark eyes examined me as slowly and thoroughly as I had inspected him. The sensation of that gaze made me shiver, and Mircea's eyebrow climbed a fraction at my reaction. His hand moved to the small of my back but encountered only the tough frame of the corset. His touch slid down to the curve of my hip, his fingers splaying over the thin satin of my shorts as he pressed us close.

I took a deep breath and tried to cope with the waves of emotion that were rolling over me, but it did no good. Mircea didn't help by reaching up to delicately brush my cheek with the backs of his fingers. A spark of gold leapt in his pupils, a color that I knew from experience indicated heightened emotion. When he was truly angry or aroused, cinnamon amber light spiraled up to fill his eyes, giving them an otherworldly glow that others found frightening but I had always thought beautiful.

Someone cleared his throat in a harsh bark. Pritkin's voice sounded over my shoulder. "My deepest apologies, sir, madam. I am afraid one of our actresses is not well. I trust she has given no offense?”

"Not at all." Mircea sounded distracted, and he made no move to release me.

"I will take her backstage, where she can rest." Pritkin put a hand on my arm, to haul me away, but Mircea's hand tightened on my hip. His eyes had begun to glow, the green and light brown flecks no longer visible against the rising tide of reddish gold.

"The child does not look well, Count Basarab," the female vamp said, taking his free arm, mirroring Pritkin's stance with me. "Let us not detain her.”

Mircea ignored her. "Who are you?" he asked. His accent was thicker than I had ever heard it, and his tone was filled with the same wonder I felt.

I swallowed and shook my head. There was no safe reply. I didn't know where or even when I was, but since the female vamp had a slight bustle on her gown, I didn't think it was anywhere I'd find familiar. There was a good chance I wasn't even born yet. "Nobody," I whispered.

Mircea's companion gave what in a less elegant person would have been a snort. "We will miss the opening," she said, tugging on his sleeve.

After a noticeable pause Mircea released me, the invisible energy stretching between us like strings of taffy as his hand slid away. He allowed his companion to lead him down the corridor, but he looked back at me in puzzlement several times. The energy arced between us but didn't break, as if there was an invisible cord spanning the distance, tying us together. Then they disappeared into a small curtained archway to what I vaguely recognized as a theatre box.

As soon as the red velvet curtains swooshed shut behind them, cutting off my view, the connection between us snapped. I was immediately hit with a longing so intense it was actually painful. It clenched my stomach like someone had sucker punched me, and started a headache pounding behind my eyes. I barely noticed Pritkin dragging me to the end of the corridor, where a set of stairs climbed towards, presumably, another set of boxes. An orchestra started to tune up somewhere nearby, which explained why there were no more people in sight. The entertainment was about to begin.

The stairs were lit by a series of small lanterns along the wall, with deep areas of shadow in between. As a hiding spot it wasn't great, but I was too preoccupied to care. My hands were shaking and sweat had popped out on my face. I felt like a junkie who has been shown the needle but denied her fix. It was horrible.

"What did you do?" Pritkin glared at me, his short blond hair standing up in tufts as if it was angry, too. It was a pretty fierce expression, but I'd seen it before. And compared with what had just happened, it was almost trivial.

"I was about to ask you the same question," I replied, massaging my neck to try to clear my head. My other arm was clenched across my stomach, where it felt like a hole had been ripped into me by Mircea's absence. This could not be happening-I wouldn't let it. I would not