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My face heated and I looked away from Angus’s probing stare.“I hate him,” I muttered. I did hate him. But that rage, that wonderful rage,was dimming.

Then Miriam took control, and I turned away from theaccusation in Angus’s eyes, eagerly grasping onto something a little less disgraceful.

“I’ll help her pack a few things,” she said, crisply. “Shecan stay with you, Angus, and soon we’ll get her into her own place in BayTown.”

No one asked me a damn thing, but it didn’t matter. I was exhausted,drained. I had to find another place to live. If they wanted to take controland do all the work, I wasn’t going to argue with that.

“Let me see the sword,” Miriam ordered. She gathered herlong, blonde hair in one hand and shoved it over her shoulder, then gesturedabruptly at my robe pocket. “Hurry now. We don’t have much time.”

But I shook my head and backed away. “I’m going to get dressed,then I’ll pack a bag for my stay at Angus’s house.” I began to walk from theliving room, but at the doorway into the hall, I turned around.

“Silverlight is mine,” I said, fiercely. “Mine.”

Her smile was puzzled. “I only wanted to see it. I wouldn’ttake it from you.”

“That’s good,” I said. “Because if you tried, I would domore than punch you in the mouth. You shouldn’t forget that.”

And from the look on her face—from the looks on all theirfaces—no one was going to forget anything.

Chapter Twelve

I rested and slept on and off—mostly on—for three days.

Angus and his many children—along with their nannies andhousekeeper—took care of me while I recovered from the shocks I’d received tonot only my body, but my mind. My spirit.

I had to adjust to the changes, and I needed rest to dothat. I needed sleep. But during the times I was awake, the supernaturals visitedme. Clayton would stand in the shadows of the room, awaiting Miriam’s command.

I couldn’t look him in the eye.

Part of the reason was because I was ashamed of how I’dbehaved, but some of it was because I didn’t want to see him go back to beingMiriam’s thing.

I’d seen him as the man he was.

Angus had hemmed and hawed while explaining to me that itwasn’t my fault that I’d gotten hot and bothered and naked and jumped Clayton.Miriam had laughed, but when she glanced at Clayton, I saw him flinch from the cornerof my eye.

“She won’t allow it, Trinity.”

Had she punished him because of my lack of control? BecauseI’d been naked in his arms?

I hadn’t cared at the time—I’d been too far gone on lustlotion. What had he called it? The Foam of Aphrodite. But now…now I cared verymuch.

They hadn’t explained anything other than the fact that thelotion was a forbidden substance in the supernat world, not because it affectedthem—it didn’t—but because it would get them all exterminated by the humangovernment.

Because the foam affectedhumans.

But it even more intensely affected those humans whowere…different. Humans with a little something extra inside them. Humans likeme.

The supernaturals minded their manners for the most part.They controlled themselves. They didn’t kill humans. They went out of their wayto offer something that would make them accepted in our world—protection,money, entertainment.

That’s why they were accepted.

Not the vampires, of course, but that was a whole differentthing.

The Foam of Aphrodite would change all that, and it wouldn’tmatter which supernatural or group created it.

For that reason, it was more dangerous to the supernatcommunity than it was to the humans.

And they had to figure out who possessed it, and they had tocontain the situation.