Holly couldn’t see the face of the man on the couch, but the other man sat in profile to her, revealing a hard face and roman nose. Gia’s cousins, she guessed, and recalled that they were twins. Gia certainly hadn’t been kidding when she’d said big, and yes the black leather they wore made them appear bad. The long hair just added to that image.

Shy about meeting them, Holly eased back from the door to avoid drawing their attention, and then turned and made her way into the kitchen. She’d expected to find Gia and Justin there, so was surprised to find it empty. Gia had been complaining that she was exhausted when they’d sat down to watch that horrid wildlife show, so Holly supposed she was probably in bed.

Wondering where Justin was, Holly moved to the refrigerator. She was starving, her stomach aching with it. Thanks to their shopping trip there was plenty of food, but unsure what the plans were for supper, she didn’t want anything too heavy. Just something to ease the ache would be enough, she thought, and grabbed an apple. After polishing it on her borrowed top, she took a bite and moved to peer out the glass doors at the backyard. While it was dark, there were lights on in the yard, enough for her to see a large pool.

Wondering how deep it was, Holly eased the door open and stepped outside, then moved to sit cross-­legged at the edge of the pool. She leaned forward to dip her fingers into the water, surprised at just how warm it was. The water still retained the day’s heat.

A swim would have been nice, Holly thought, taking another bite of her apple. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a swimsuit. She wouldn’t use the pool without permission anyway, so stood up and walked around it instead. A row of hedges made the pool seem secluded, but there was a gate in the center of the hedgerow and Holly moved to it now to peer out over a large lawn with something rippling beyond it.

The ocean, she realized after examining it for a minute. This house was on the beach . . . and yet they had a pool.

“Yeesh, talk about extravagance,” she muttered and opened the gate. A nice walk on the beach while she ate her apple sounded appealing. It might help clear her mind, and Holly could definitely use that. So much had happened, and all of it taking place so quickly . . .

It was hard to believe that only a ­couple of days had passed since she’d headed back to the office to get her forgotten purse, she thought, as she crossed the lawn to the beach.

Actually, it had been more than a ­couple days, she supposed. It was just that she’d only been conscious for parts of two of them. Or was it three?

She went over her memories as she reached the beach and started along it. She’d woken naked in that hotel and gone home, where she’d slept and rose the next day. She’d then gone to the hotel, where she’d been knocked out, and then woken up here today. All told, it had been three days for her, or parts of three days. At least that’s how much time she’d been conscious. But it felt like a lifetime had passed. Although not really. It felt all at once like a long time and no time at all.

Weird. She thought, raising her apple to take another bite, only to find that she had finished it. She’d eaten the damned thing down to the core, but her stomach felt no better. It was still aching something horrible.

Holly turned and started back to the house, cutting across the lawn rather than walking back along the beach to where she’d started. Her mind was on what they’d bought today and what she might eat to satisfy her hunger, so she didn’t notice Justin until she nearly ran him over.

“Whoa,” he said on a deep laugh as he caught her arms to steady her.

“Sorry.” Holly tipped her head back to peer at him and managed a smile. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“That’s all right,” he responded. His voice deepened a bit as he said that, but she barely noticed. She was too distracted by the scent filling her nostrils.

She’d noticed before that Justin smelled delicious, and now she inhaled deeply, holding the aroma in her lungs. God! It was incredible, irresistible, soooo . . . yummy, she could just eat him all up.

Holly rose up on her tiptoes and leaned toward him on that thought, her hands knotting in the front of his shirt to pull him to her as she did.

Justin went willingly when Holly tugged at him, his heart racing, and mind awhirl. Finally! Finally, he thought. She was experiencing the life mate attraction and ready to give up her old life for her new one with him. He’d known she would. Nothing could beat life mate sex and she was hungry for it. He could see that in her eyes and he couldn’t even be accused of influencing her in any way. In fact, he decided to let her do all the work and seduce him so that if his memories were read, it would be known she was the aggressor . . . and she was definitely the aggressor here. The woman was lusting after him like a cat in heat and he was more than happy to fulfill her needs, he thought, and closed his eyes, then started to let his hands slide down her arms but she was suddenly gone.

Blinking his eyes open, he found himself staring out at the sea. Confusion rising within him, he whirled to see Dante walking back toward the house, holding Holly by the waist, well out in front of him as if she were a baby with a dirty diaper.

“She wasn’t lusting after you so much as your blood,” the other man announced over his shoulder and it was only then that Justin realized why the man was holding her as he was. Her fangs were out and she was clawing at his hands and twisting her head this way and that, blindly seeking something, or someone to bite into. She was in the throes of blood lust again . . . and a bit mad with it, he noted with a frown. The realization made him quickly work out how long it had been since she’d fed. They’d given her blood along with the sedative while she was sleeping after they’d first got here. That was hours ago now though, he realized, glancing at his wristwatch. Nearly twelve hours ago in fact.

No, it had been longer than that, Justin thought as he followed Dante and Holly back to the house. While they’d hooked up Holly to both the sedative and blood when they’d first got her here, they hadn’t replaced that bag of blood when it had run out. As a new turn she needed to feed more than that.

“She needs to feed a lot more than that,” Dante announced, pausing at the door to wait for Justin to open it for him. “She was diabetic while mortal. No doubt there was a lot of damage to different systems over the years for the nanos to repair. She’ll probably need a lot of blood for quite a while to mend everything.”

“Of course,” Justin said with a sigh, as he pulled the door open for him to enter. Holly had calmed down somewhat now. At least she wasn’t twisting her head about anymore.

“I’ll get her a bag of blood,” Justin said as he followed him inside and pulled the door closed.

“You better grab several of them,” Dante advised as he set Holly in a chair at the kitchen table and held her there with his hands on her shoulders.

Justin nodded and moved to the fridge. He retrieved six bags of blood, set four on the counter and took the other two with him to the table. One glance showed him that her fangs had retreated during the walk inside and he expected to have to cut his finger or something to bring them back out. New turns usually had to have their fangs coaxed out in such a way, but he had barely raised his hand in front of her face with the intent to do so when she inhaled deeply and her mouth dropped open, her fangs suddenly sliding out.

Eyebrows rising, he immediately popped one of the bags to her upper fangs and prevented her attempt to push it away. It was just an instinctual reaction. After a moment, she calmed and let her hands drop. When the first bag was empty and he replaced it, she raised her hands again, but this time to hold it herself.