Your Comment:. Read Online Download. Hot Captive in the Dark by C. Roberts by C. Hot Dark Origins by Anthony E. Zuiker by Anthony E. Genevieve didn't deserve a derisive response. She needed to think about what she said carefully.

And secondly, the man they killed was no vampire. I saw his death. I saw him. I felt him. He was just as human as the two of us. Maybe they believe they're killing vampires, but I don't see how. And driving a stake through someone's heart, vampire or human, while they're alive and conscious, is just plain sadistic. We can't take any chances with these men. We have to find out what they want, and we need to be very careful. If they've targeted us, we need to know why.

Genevieve took a deep breath and then nodded. She'd been the one to insist they come out of hiding and act like they were alive again, but it was Charlotte that was more the warrior woman. When it came down to facing danger, it was Charlotte that stood in front of her. The two of them made their way back to the table, threading through the crowd.

All three men waited for them, eyes examining them carefully as they approached. It's crazy and makes me tempted to march into the men's room and do a take-over with a bunch of other like-minded women. He sounded charming.

Worried even. He couldn't hide the cold alertness in his eyes. The suspicion. She had to touch that glass again without a reaction. Charlotte flashed an embarrassed smile. Deliberately she inched her fingers toward the glass he'd drank from. I should have been more careful. Much more prepared this time, when the jolt came, she rode it out, seeking to go deeper into the tunnel to find more memories. To see if these men had murdered her brother.

She caught images of Danny following Genevieve and Grace from a store. That was how he found their home. The three men had changed places frequently while following the two women so that no one car had been close to her at any time, which explained how Genevieve, always so careful, hadn't spotted a tail.

It also explained how they had come to follow Grace. There, in the tunnel, Charlotte found that there were two older murders, both committed by driving a stake through a man's heart.

All three men were present. She didn't feel anything but a grim hatred emanating from them. Her brother wasn't one of the victims. Still, one of the murders took place in France. She recognized the gardens where Daniel had staked his victim. The three men were serial killers. The bodies couldn't have been found or the murders would be splashed across every news station imaginable.

She knew she couldn't keep her hand around the glass much longer and maintain her embarrassed smile. Genevieve looked so anxious, her face pale, her gaze studiously avoiding the three men, but centered on Charlotte as if her life depended on it. As if she knew the men would see her desperate fear, Genevieve leaned toward Charlotte. The last time you drank anything that affected you so adversely, I had to take you to the hospital. Charlotte was very proud of her. Genevieve might by terrified, but she was thinking all the time.

She'd said the perfect thing to reinforce Charlotte's explanation. Slowly, she let go of the glass, having pushed it halfway across the table. I just took a little sip and knew instantly something was wrong. The men laughed, although she could tell it was forced. She wasn't certain they were buying her little charade. She leaned back in her seat. It was time to change the subject and do a little digging. Where did the three of you meet?

You obviously have been friends for a long time. He ran his finger from her bare shoulder to her wrist. I love that sexy little French accent you have. Charlotte was grateful for Genevieve's French accent. It always managed to be a conversation changer. As a distraction, it worked very well. We became great friends. Charlotte casually reached for the napkin in front of Danny, the one he'd been resting his hand on.

She crumpled it up slowly, finger by finger, dragging it into her palm as if doing so absently, smiling and nodding to indicate the introduction in France was a good moment for them both. It was difficult to keep her smile in place and she welcomed the opportunity to change her attention from Danny to Genevieve, because even with the object being new and fresh rather than older, as her talent preferred, she was getting enough images to know that Danny and his friends had been stalking Genevieve and her for a long while.

And they'd definitely been in France. Her heart pounded hard. She saw flashes of the building where she'd gone to test her psychic abilities. Genevieve and she had gone in laughing, determined to have fun. It never occurred to either of them that they might be in danger or that the danger would follow them and possibly hurt others they loved.

Danny and Vince had followed them back to the little studio they were renting together. She didn't see them anywhere near where Genevieve's grandmother lived, nor were there even the faintest memories of standing over the body after or during the time of the murder. She didn't see them near her brother or his home either. Taking a deep breath she let go of the napkin. The three men had been in France, followed them from the Morrison Psychic Testing Center where they'd done the psychic testing and now had followed the two women to the United States.

They were Americans, but from where she wasn't certain. She was frustrated with the fact that she didn't get clear, detailed information like she did on older objects. Vince continued his conversation with Genevieve, all about her painting and what she liked to paint, volunteering to be her next male model if she was looking for one. Danny and Bruce seemed to be concentrating on her and Charlotte was afraid for a moment that they might have asked her something while she was trying to gather information.

She forced herself not to pull away, instead flashing him a small smile. I specialize in restoring very old carousel horses, the wooden chariot and entire carousels. I can restore American carousels, but the ones I'm most interested in are from Europe.

There isn't a lot of call for that sort of thing outside of museums or private collectors, and even fewer here in the States, but it's my first love. Danny looked puzzled as most people did. She couldn't explain to them why she liked touching the old wood and feeling every groove in it, every carving. She loved knowing everything there was to know about the carver, long gone from the world, but so familiar to her once she'd touched their art piece.

She laughed softly at his expression. The horses are unique, each one carved differently, some more than three hundred years ago. How cool is that? I was able to work on one that was carved during medieval times. To prepare for the jousting competitions for young knights, a rotating platform was used with legless wooden horses so they could practice their skills. She loved the fact that the carousel could be traced back all the way to the twelfth century when the Arabs and Turks played a game on horseback with a scented ball.

Italians and Spanish had observed the competition and referred to the game as 'little war' or carosella , or garosello. She didn't want to see the image of him driving a stake through a man's heart. It was used to train noblemen on the art of ring spearing. Ladies and children loved the device almost as much or more than the noblemen. The strain was beginning to show on her friend's face. Charlotte gave a little exaggerated sigh.

We have to get up early tomorrow. She stood up before the three men could protest. She needed to get Genevieve out of there as quickly as possible before she gave away the fact that she was terrified.

Charlotte was afraid of them as well, but she was determined to find out what was going on. The fact that the three men had followed them from France, found where they were staying, and followed them to the club, that meant Lourdes wasn't safe anyway.

They had to change tactics. They needed to quit burying their heads in the sand and find out what threatened them and why. We'll see you around sometime," Genevieve said, flashing her million-dollar smile. She stood up as well, taking a step back as Vince climbed to his feet. Genevieve was tall, but he still towered over her.

Let me program my number in," he said, all charm. Genevieve's gaze shifted to Charlotte's and Charlotte's nod was nearly imperceptible. The last thing she wanted was for sharp-eyed Danny to realize they were on to them. They'd been discouraging at first because they weren't looking to pick up a man, so they had that going in their favor. The three men were very good-looking and clearly used to easy conquests.

Twice Charlotte had indicated to Danny she wasn't looking to hook up with anyone and he should move on to a sure thing.

She had hoped, in the beginning, that he was interested in her only because she presented a challenge. Now she knew better. Genevieve reluctantly took out her phone, but instead of handing it over, she programed Vince's number in herself. Charlotte caught her arm as she passed her, already on her way out the door. We do not guarantee that these techniques will work for you. Some of the techniques listed in Dark Prince may require a sound knowledge of Hypnosis, users are advised to either leave those sections or must have a basic understanding of the subject before practicing them.

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