20. Vampire Most Wanted - Argeneau.pdf

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Contents
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Three
Four
Five
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Eight
Nine
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Eleven
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Seventeen
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Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-one
Twenty-two
Twenty-three
Twenty-four
The World of Argeneau
About the Author
By Lynsay Sands
Copyright
About the Publisher
One
August 2009
D
ivine saw her latest customer out, surprised to note that there was no one outside her door waiting for a
reading. It was the first time that day that there was no line outside her RV A glance at her watch
.
explained why—it was dinnertime. That was the only time she ever had a lull in customers. Right now the
food stalls would have ridiculously long line as everyone at the fairgrounds converged on them in search
of greasy treats to power the rest of the evening’s rides and fun. Which meant she had a few minutes to
catch her breath and relax a bit.
She’d barely had the thought when she spotted a couple of women moving purposefully toward her
trailer. After a brief hesitation, Divine quickly flipped the “Back in five minutes!” sign, let her screen
door slide closed, and descended the few steps to the ground. Ignoring the fact that the women were
looking alarmed and rushing forward, she slipped around the side of her RV
. Most customers would have
stopped then, sagged with disappointment, and waited, probably impatiently, but waited just the same, so
Divine was a little surprised when her arm was grabbed from behind. She was more surprised, however,
by the strength in the hand that latched on to her . . . until she turned and noted that it wasn’t one of the
women at all, but a man.
A couple inches taller than she, dark-haired and good-looking, he was built like a linebacker. He was
also looming over her, deliberately invading her space in a threatening manner as he growled, “What the
hell did you say to my wife?”
Divine rolled her eyes with exasperation, wondering how she was supposed to know since she didn’t
know who his wife was. She was about to say as much, but then realized that there was something
familiar about the man and quickly dipped into his thoughts. A heartbeat later she was relaxing.
“Allen Paulson,” she murmured his name, getting an almost childish satisfaction when his eyes widened
incredulously.
“How do you—?”
“I told your wife that you were having an affair with your buxom, blond, twenty-year-old secretary,
Tiffany,” Divine interrupted sharply, silencing him at once. “I told her that this Tiffany was pushing for
marriage and that you, not wanting to lose her, but unwilling to give up your wife’s money, preferred
widowhood to divorce. I told her about your plans to bring about that widowhood on your upcoming
vacation. I believe it was either her drowning or suffering a fall while camping in Yosemite National
Park?” She tilted her head. “As I recall, that trip was scheduled for this week, wasn’t it?”
When his mouth dropped open and his hold on her arm eased, Divine added, “I’m guessing by the fact
that you’re here rather than in Yosemite, that she listened to my advice to make an appointment with her
lawyer the next morning to change her will as well as remove you as the beneficiary on her life
insurance.”
His hand dropped away, falling limply by his side.
“No doubt she also listened to my advice and hired a private detective. I gather she sent him to get
photographic proof of your infidelity at that cheap little motel you like to take your secretary to every day
at lunchtime?” She slipped into his thoughts briefly, read the answer in the chaos there, and smiled with
satisfaction. Not only had the wife done that, she’d then taken the proof straight to a good divorce lawyer.
The woman was now safe and on her way to being single again. After that, though, the woman had told her
dear hubby that the fortune-teller at the carnival was the one who had given her the heads-up and put her
on this path and it had been the best twenty bucks she’d ever spent. Which was why Divine now had an
irate and soon-to-be divorced and destitute husband on her hands.
Divine waited, braced for the man’s anger. But instead of the explosive rage she expected, he asked in a
small, frightened voice, “How did you know? No one knew. I didn’t tell anyone what I planned. Not even
Tiffany.”
“Did you even bother to read the sign when you walked your wife to my trailer that day two weeks ago
in Pahrump?” she asked with amusement, and then reminded him, “Madame Divine. Let her do a reading
and define your future,” she reminded him.
“Yeah, but that’s just . . . It’s a scam,” he protested. “You’re a carnie. You just scam people out of their
money for a laugh.”
“Yes, of course,” Divine agreed coldly, and then tilted her head. “So why aren’t you laughing?”
Allen Paulson flinched as if she’d struck him, and then his awe and dismay gave way to the rage she’d
expected earlier. Divine saw it roll over him, knew he was about to blow his top without the need to read
him, but slipped into his thoughts anyway. It was like cutting through soft, half-melted butter with a
ceramic knife. The man was so angry his thoughts were wide open. Divine wasn’t terribly surprised to
read that he’d brought a gun with him and planned to use it. She waited until he’d pulled the weapon from
inside his jacket and raised it, though, before reacting. In fact, she let him get so far as to put his finger on
the trigger before snapping her hand out, latching on to his throat, and lifting him off the ground. She then
whirled and slammed him against her RV
.
When the gun fell from his hand and he moaned in pain, she released him. The man fell like a rag doll.
He landed on his ass with his legs splayed, a dazed expression on his face, and Divine immediately
dropped to straddle his lap. Gravel ground painfully into her knees, but she ignored that, caught him by the
hair at the nape of his neck, pulled his head to the side, and sank her fangs into his throat.
A little shiver of pleasure slid through Divine as thick warm blood began to gush from the wound, was
collected by her teeth and passed into her body. It gave her an immediate rush as the nanos in her body
swarmed, eager to collect this new supply of nourishment. The man had jerked in surprise when her teeth
pierced his skin, and he’d raised his hands to try to push her off, but he never actually got around to
exerting any pressure. Instead, he froze briefly, his mind overwhelmed as hers automatically began to
transmit her own pleasure to him. In the next moment, he was moaning and tugging at her instead, pulling
her closer with one hand, clasping her head with the other, and murmuring encouragingly, “Oh yeah, baby.
Please.”
He was also arching his body under her, rubbing a sudden hardness against her. Divine usually didn’t
cause pain in her victims, but this one deserved it. She also wasn’t terribly eager to let a man who had
planned to murder his own wife dry hump her there on the carnival grounds, so she deliberately withdrew
the pleasure that she was experiencing and had unintentionally shared. But she also slipped into his mind
to control his reaction to prevent him from screaming out in horror and pain as his mind cleared and he
became aware of what was happening.
Divine was always careful not to kill her hosts. Why kill the cow that gave the milk? Besides, killing
was wrong, no matter how despicable the person was, so while she drank more than she normally would
have, she pulled back and freed him at the point when he was weak and woozy, but long before the man

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