Everything was hazy and the room spun. What room? She lifted her head and looked around. Hell of a nice room wherever it was, all muted colors and expensive furniture. Her hand spread out. She was lying on a queen size bed with a satin comforter, a big ass brass bed like something out of a Tennessee Williams play. Before she could even sit up, the door opened. Devlin Steele. "Good evening, Katrina, or should I say morning as it is now one a.m.?" She groaned as she sat up. She touched her neck. "What have you done?" "I need you as a little insurance. I have a pending deal with Tristan Black. This should encourage his immediate cooperation." Devlin wrinkled his nose in disgust. "I smell him all over you. You had sex with that half-breed Vampire recently, didn't you?" "I am here because of Tristan?" she croaked. "I notice you did not even flinch when I mentioned the word ‘Vampire.’ How delicious he told you of his life-state and so soon after you met. He is quite smitten, just as I surmised." Katrina couldn't believe this.
