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“Did my parents give me up because they thought they couldn’t raise me since they were vampires, and I was still a hunter?”

“I doubt it. I’m sure it all had to do with wanting to protect you from Tobias, or other vampires with the same dark plan.” Now for the really hard part. “If one of us turns you?—”

Fiona looked cross with him and folded her arms. “Yeah?”

“Then you’ll really be able to fight the vampires on more equal terms. Jasmine is a vampire who hunts rogues. Maybe you could join her on some hunts.”

Fiona’s brows rose. “You want her to turn me?”

“No, I’m just saying you might end up being a vampire huntress like her. Any one of us could turn you.”

“Not Levka.”

Arman smiled just a hint.

“He’s too controlling, though Caitlin holds her own. I could see me butting heads with Levka and him trying to make me do things because he made me.”

“He wouldn’t. But Caitlin can’t turn you either, because she doesn’t want to turn anyone.”

“I don’t blame her. What about you? Would you have any qualms about it?”

“Hell, yeah. I mean, I would do it in a heartbeat?—”

She reached over and felt his chest.

He smiled at her. “We still have beating hearts.”

“So another misnomer.”

“Exactly. We’re not dead. We breathe, eat, and drink. We do just about everything that humans do but we have a need for extra blood, and no soaking up the sun on the beach, but that’s not good for anyone either. Otherwise, we have a lot of powers that really help us out. Like night vision, for one. Our hearing is enhanced, but it’s like that for hunters too. Anyway, as I was saying, I would do anything to protect you. That’s why I left the safety of Scotland to rescue you.”

She sighed. “But if you turned me, what do you get out of it?”

“A friend who lives a lot longer than a huntress.”

“Unless a vampire or hunter ends me.”

“We all have that problem. Even as a huntress you can be on someone’s terminal list.”

“How well I know.”

Then the stewardesses handed out dinners and they both selected the chicken dish. Once they finished eating, they watched Stasio head back to the restroom.

“I’m okay,” Stasio said when he caught their eye.

“Good,” Arman said.

Stasio smiled. “Jasmine is good for me, especially when we travel by plane.” Then he made his way to the restroom.

“I was going to see if I could help him if he tried to sleep after dinner.” Fiona settled against her seat back, her airline pillow behind her head and the blanket over her lap.

“Can you do that now?” Arman thought maybe it had to happen the night of the blood moon and then she would have the ability.

“I can already give you pleasant dreams, it seems.”

He smiled. “You sure can.”

She laughed and closed her eyes. He settled back against his pillow and closed his eyes too. He really didn’t think he could sleep. But the next think he knew, he was dreaming of her…Fiona Wilder, dreamer of dreams that made his own magical.