Darius couldn't see Desari, but, as always, he was able to hear his sister's voice, a blend of musical notes that could turn heads and influence all living things. You've been working all day!' Desari called out. He caught his breath and followed her from a distance as she moved around the touring bus to disappear from his sight. But she had a sway to her hips that sent a deep need jolting hard within him. That this little unfamiliar woman in baggy overalls had captured his attention was shocking to him. Desari depended on him, as did the others in their troupe, and he did not wish to distress her with the knowledge of how close he was to either facing the dawn - and his own destruction - or turning vampire, undead instead of immortal.

He had not disclosed that information, his accompanying loss of emotion, to his younger sister, Desari, who remained, as she had for eons, sweet and compassionate and everything good that female Carpathians were. Dark, predatory, immortal Carpathian male that he was, he had not seen colors, only black and white, in more centuries than he could count. That he could tell her hair was red stunned him. Even in the night her red hair gleamed like flames.

Then she turned slightly, and he could see high, firm breasts thrusting against the thin cotton top beneath the bib of her overalls. Her face was grimy, smudged with oil and dirt. At first he was certain she was, at most, a teenager, dressed in baggy overalls, her wealth of red-gold hair pulled back into a ponytail. Flashlight and wrench in hand, she was crawling out from under the troupe's huge touring bus when he first caught sight of her.

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