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I sat there staring at the table, listening to her walk around, the clangs of the griddle being put on the stove and her mixing the batter while still mulling over the events in my mind.

What I really remembered wasn’t something you shared with someone you work with. There’s no way that the sex I had last night was a dream.

I tasted her. I felt her heartbeat against my fingers when they were wrapped around her pretty little throat. The way her pussy fit around my cock. I remember her fucking the sheriff and Jon tempting me when I let him suck me off.

Last night’s dream came true. I could be myself and enjoy sex. No. It wasn’t a dream. But being part of a ritual where a young woman was drained of her blood. I’m in it now. If I admit what I saw, then I have to admit to being a part of it.

And that’s something I’m not ready to do.

Chapter Ten

Anna

I heard part of their conversation and couldn’t help but wonder if we were wrong about Dom. He claimed he saw the girl, but then said it had to be a dream. Perhaps a conversation between him and the sheriff needed to take place.

I finished mixing my pancake batter, and while waiting for the griddle to heat, I served them coffee. Detective Sean Riley kept his eyes on me and every move I made. I’m not sure what he thought he would see. I’m used to people staring at me because of my beauty, but this felt different.

He didn’t trust me.

The batter sizzled as I poured it onto the griddle and I focused my attention on the pancakes. Sean’s grizzled voice made the hairs on my neck stand on end.

“Miss Anna, I know my partner showed you some pictures yesterday. Would you take another look for me today?”

“Of course, detective.” I tossed over my shoulder. “Just let me finish cooking.”

A snarl curled on my lips. What does he think I’ll say? Oh yes, she helped me with my beauty routine?

Dom cleared his throat. “I already showed her all the photos, Sean.”

“I know. But maybe without the distraction of a storm, she’ll remember something.”

A loud laugh bubbled up from me. “Please, storms haven’t bothered me my whole life. I adore a magnificent storm.”

I loaded up the plates and served the men at my table. Before I sat down, I got them syrup, butter and utensils, then got myself a cup of tea.

With a motion of my hand, I caught Sean’s eyes. “May I see the photos?

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the photos, handing them to me. I took my time with each of the four pictures.

I recognized each of the girls, but I didn’t tell Dom, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell Sean. What happened in Castle Hollow stayed in Castle Hollow. We were tighter lipped than cheating spouses who went to Vegas.

“No, detective.” I looked up at him. “I’ve not seen any of these girls.”

“I’m curious. If they had passed through Castle Hollow, where would be a location they might stop?”

“Well. There’s the diner. The Salty Chef.” I smiled. “Or Raven’s convenience store. Saint Vincent’s church and the Order of the Vine monastery pulled in visitors. We have a waterfall hidden in the forest by the mountains. Maybe the grocery store?” My right shoulder lifted in a small shrug.

Sean pulled out a small notepad and scribbled notes from what I told him.

“The storm was too bad last night for me to talk with anyone at those locations.” Dom took a drink of his coffee and sat there quietly. “I don’t remember talking to the sheriff here.” He looked at his partner. “Do you?”

“No. We should do that too.” He took another bite of pancake. “Divide and conquer? Or together?”

I hated the feeling that Dom would leave the inn so soon; I needed to distract him to keep him here with me. Even if it’s for a short time. The sexy detective captivated my interest, and I wanted to fuck him one more time. Letting my shoe slide off my foot quietly, I teased Dom’s leg with my toes.

He closed his eyes for a moment, appearing deep in thought, and I felt his hands grab my foot, guiding it to feel his erection. When he opened his eyes, he whispered. “Divide and conquer.”

Sean looked over at me, and his eyes narrowed a hair. “Thank you for your hospitality.”

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