“You’re not useless. You’re a hunky bite of sex and I’m not sure if Dmitri swings both ways.”

“Surely you’re not going to practice discretion now?”

“After they were both done, the pile of knives and guns on the coffee table looked like they’d cleaned out an armory. “I think we have a problem, Dmitri.”

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

“God, you’re sexy when you talk Psy.”

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

“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.”