You see more than most people,” Mikhail said. “You are a great asset to me, Raven.” <br />She shook her head, sitting up as well, her long hair sliding over her breasts like a cape. “Not yet, but I hope to be. Send for Jacques. But go feed before you see him. You made me weak with your lovemaking, and if you’ll forgive a little crude Carpathian humor, I’ll expect you to bring me home dinner.” <br />Startled, he stared at her. For a long moment there was silence, and then they both burst out laughing.

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