There was something tight and cold on my wrists.There was something tight and cold on my wrists. "Okay," I said, really irritated now, "who's the bastard that handcuffed me to the bed?" Normally, I'd have snapped the cuffs like strands of wet pasta, but daylight had rendered me pretty close to helpless. "You're not a morning person, are you?" It took me a minute to identify that cold, deep voice, but once I had, I wished I hadn't. If my heart had been beating, it would have stopped. "Decker?" "Right on the money, Amanda. Or should I say 'Draculette.'" Amanda? How had he found out my real name? I never use it when I'm hunting. "I recognized you from the picture on the dust jacket of your book," he explained, reading my puzzlement. He sounded as if he were enjoying himself. "I really liked Shadowmaster, by the way. It gave me a lot of ideas..." Great, just great. That damn book keeps coming back to haunt me--Beau found me the same way. Suddenly I realized something. "The bit with the flash. You got that from the camera scene in the book, didn't you?" The heroine had triggered her instamatic off in the vampire's face, and he'd beat a quick retreat. "Forget that. I'm more interested in the location of your master..." "My master?" I choked, and began to hoot with laughter. |