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The sound of her voice stirred something in his chest.
Rage and delight.
She was calm. So calm. Like a doe skirting the attention of a hungry bear.
Oleg didn’t want her to be a doe. He wanted her to be a wolf. Her wary voice made him irrationally angry. He bared his fangs at the wind vampire, who watched Oleg’s flames encircling his face.
“Oleg.” She repeated his name. “Take it away. Please.”
The silver-haired vampire was frozen, his eyes glaring at Oleg, but he could do nothing without burning his face.
“You found me. I’m here.” Tatyana raised her hands and took another step toward him. “Let him go. You want me, not Samson.”
Oleg reveled in his power, making the flames dance and hop around the vampire with gleeful abandon. He smelled a hint of singed hair.
Tatyana saw what he was doing and snapped at him. “Oleg, stop this now!”
There you are.
Oleg kept his hand up, continuing to collar the silver-haired vampire with his flames, but he turned his attention to the woman who had plagued his mind since the moment she’d flown away from him.
“Hello, little wolf.”
She was even more beautiful than his memory had created. Her hair was a smidge longer, and the sun-touched blond had given way to a richer honey gold.
Her skin was paler than he remembered, which made her sky-blue eyes even more vibrant.
Her blood leaped in his veins, urging him closer.
Tatyana closed her eyes. “What are you doing to me?”
“I told you,” Oleg said carefully. “You are mine.” He turned his eyes back to the wind vampire. “Now take a breath, calm your friend, and let’s sit and talk in a civilized manner. If he doesn’t attack me, I won’t attack him. Does he understand?”
“Yes, he understands you,” Tatyana said scornfully. “What do you want? You want to have a nice, friendly drink?”
“Dinner,” Oleg said. “Not here. Sit down for dinner with me. Mika and your friend can wait here to give us some privacy.” He pulled his fire back to his palm, and the silent vampire’s shoulders relaxed. “I also think it’s important to note that your friend attacked me first.”
The pale one shrugged one shoulder.
“I’m not arguing about this with either of you,” Tatyana said through clenched teeth. “Samson, please wait here with Mika.” She put a soft hand on the vampire’s shoulder, and they exchanged an incomprehensible look and some signs to communicate.
Then Tatyana turned to Oleg with narrowed eyes. “You.” She marched out of the hallway, brushing past Oleg and sending his amnis into a frenzy. “Follow me.”
Chapter 8
Tatyana
She was so angry.
Because not only had he tracked her down, threatened her friend, and maneuvered her into an intimate dinner in a beautiful restaurant that overlooked the river, the minute he appeared and she felt his amnis, something in Tatyana settled and sighed in relief.
She hated him. She hated what he did to her. She hated what he made her feel.
Oleg sat across from her, a white cloth napkin draped over his lap, sitting like an emperor in a charming, upscale restaurant serving traditional Georgian fare. From what she’d seen at the other tables, it appeared to be a fish restaurant, and all the dishes smelled delicious. A bit overpowering to her sensitive nose, but delicious.
Unlike the smaller hostels and bars that catered to backpackers and Western tourists, this menu was entirely written in Georgian, and as Tatyana didn’t read the language and spoke only a little, Oleg had ordered for both of them.
What a surprise.
