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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Stefan’s Salvation

ISBN # 1-4199-0747-6

Edited by Mary Altman.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication: October 2006

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D ALAKIS P ASSION :

S TEFAN ’ S S ALVATION

N.J. Walters

Dedication

To my husband who shares my love of vampire lore and all things gothic. Thank

you for your support and input and for caring as much about the Dalakis family as I do.

Special thanks to Sally Painter whose help with research was invaluable to me.

Thank you to Pamela Cohen for loving the Dalakis brothers. Your enthusiasm for

Stefan was inspiring.

Thank you to my editor, Mary Altman, for all the hard work and encouragement

and for caring as much about Stefan and Laurel Rose as I do.

And to the many readers who have fallen in love with the Dalakis brothers, thank

you for taking these remarkable men into your hearts.

Stefan’s Salvation

Chapter One

A vampire walked into a bar.

Stefan Dalakis smiled inwardly as he pulled open the weathered wooden door and

walked into the dimly lit bar, leaving the dark of night behind him. It amused him to

wonder what the patrons would think if they only knew what walked among them.

But there was no joke to follow the opening line.

The door banged solidly shut behind him and every head in the place turned his

way. They all eyed him suspiciously. His gaze swept the room, cataloguing each patron

in turn. Even though the room was poorly lit and he was wearing mirrored sunglasses,

he saw everything. His vision was many times greater than any human’s and there was

no place on earth where it was so dark that he could not see.

He knew very well what they saw as they stared at him. At six-foot-six, he was a

tall man, but he was heavily muscled as well, which gave the illusion that he was even

bigger. The long, black leather duster that he wore was open, revealing a black linen

shirt and a pair of black jeans. He pushed his waist-length, black hair back over his

shoulders and ignored the barely veiled looks of mistrust as he ambled toward the bar.

His boot heels scuffed across a scarred plank floor that had obviously seen better days.

The bartender eyed him uncertainly as Stefan came to a halt in front of him. “Did

you lose your way, mister?”

Could he be any more obvious? Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry? Clearly they

didn’t get many strangers here. And why would they? This was a rundown roadside

bar nestled deep in the mountains of North Carolina. From the outside, the place was in

rough shape. The paint was peeling from the sides of the building and the gravel

parking lot was rutted with potholes. If it wasn’t for all the trucks parked in front, one

might think it was nothing more than an abandoned building.

Slowly, Stefan reached up and removed his sunglasses. He wore them whenever he

drove at night to cut down on the glare of the oncoming headlights. Folding them

carefully, he tucked them safely inside his shirt pocket before raising his eyes to pin the

bartender with his glare. The other man gasped and gripped the side of the bar, his

fingers digging into the thick wood. It was perhaps an overreaction, but Stefan was

used to it. In fact, these days he encouraged it.

The corners of Stefan’s mouth turned up slightly, but it by no means could be

misconstrued as a smile. He glanced into the mirror hanging behind the bar. His eyes

blazed a brilliant emerald green…Dalakis eyes. They were a family trait that marked

him, his brothers and all other Dalakis males who had come before them. “No, I’m not

lost.” He turned his gaze back to the man standing behind the bar.

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