E leni sat by the pool in an expensive hotel in Cheyenne, Wyoming.

She had intended to return to her home in Italy.

It was her favorite place in all the world.

But something—she refused to admit it was Saintcrow—kept her in Wyoming.

Easily bored, she had spent her life moving from state to state and country to country, exploring the sights, mesmerizing beautiful young men to tour the world with her and feed her appetites. All of them.

But at the moment, it was Saintcrow she wanted.

His rejection still stung. She had devised and discarded a dozen different ways to win him to her side.

None seemed possible as long as his woman lived.

Killing her competition was the obvious answer.

Sadly, it was also the best way to guarantee that he would hate her forever.

She toyed with the idea of forcing him to do her will, but there was no satisfaction in that. Might as well take a robot to bed as a man who didn’t appreciate what you had to offer.

She smiled as a handsome young man whistled at her as he walked by. So many men, she mused. So much time. Rising, she put Saintcrow out of her mind for the moment. Why fret over a man you couldn’t have when the world was filled with delightful men who wouldn’t say no?

Saintcrow could wait for another day or two.