“The scent of the sea, a wild turbulent storm, crashing into her mind. Elena, why is Dmitri naked?”

“I can smell blood, Elena,” Dmitri drawled, walking back into the room. “Are you trying to flirt?”

“Her wild storm had just told her he loved her, the piercing joy of his song branding her as indelibly his. I’ll be home soon, princess.”

“Sara had named her daughter Zoe Elena. Damn if Elena hadn't sniffled like a baby herself when she found out.”

“Bluebell,” she said, remembering from Erotique. “Pretty name.” “I call Dmitri Dark Overlord.”“Shae,” Dmitri said and the female vampire rose at once to walk quickly into the house. “Now, pretty Bluebell”—another languid stroke across her skin—“tell the Overlord what you discovered.”

“Ever had a woman say no to you, Dmitri?”“Once.” He turned the corner with a smile that made her want to cup his face, trace those beautiful lips with her own. “I married her.”

“Do you know where Jason is?” she asked Dmitri when they exited the morgue.Dmitri pressed the car remote to unlock the flame red Ferrari parked in the employees-only lot. “Tired of your Bluebell already?” A tendril of champagne circled around her senses, cut with something far harder.Never had she felt that harsh edge in Dmitri’s scent. She pitied the woman he took to his bed today.“Yeah, that’s it. I’m building a harem.”