Vampire in the Scrying Glass Blautsaugers of Amber Heights Series, Book 2

Rafe Blautsauger, vampire and enforcer, must put his feelings for the mortal Morgan Maquire aside. The Nosferatu council who employs Rafe strictly forbids their love. But he can't stay away from the beautiful woman who causes his blood to beat with new life. Yet, she hides a secret, one he must expose in order to protect her. Morgan keeps her unique gift of magic under wraps due to a spell gone horribly wrong when she was young. She is haunted by a nightmare where two malevolent glowing red eyes stalk her. Can she trust the arrogant but oh-so-handsome Rafe with her secret as well as her heart? Can he help her regain her power in time to save the world of the living and the undead? Morgan quickly lunged forward, and pressed the stake firmly over his heart. You are despicable. Necessary. Especially for someone as puny as you. With ease Rafe flipped the piece of sharpened wood out of her fingers, twirled it around a couple of times, and then handed it back with a small flourish. This time reprisal came more quickly as a spell came to her. She hoped that one day it would come automatically. Let this man feel my slap. Not to harm, just a tap. Let him feel a touch of fear, to know he cannot domineer. For a second the words hung in the air and then Rafes eyes widened as his head jerked to the side. The faint lines of a palm print reddened his left cheek. You little devil, he rubbed the side of his face before pushing her on the shoulder with the flat of his hand. He shoved hard enough to force her back a step. If youre going to slap at me, by god, you better have the balls to come at me personally. Oh, yeah? Morgan thrust both hands against his chest and shoved with all her might. It shook her when he didnt budge an inch, but she managed to keep up her air of bravado. Whats the matter? Dont you like the fact Im not weak and powerless? Tossing back her head, she challenged, I dont need magic to take you on, but it would be wise for you to remember its always there. He thwarted any chance of escape or the ability to get in the last word by twisting his hand into her hair. He pulled hard enough she gasped. So take me on, he dared.