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Waverly teemed with excitement. “I’ve been to Normandy. Paris. And well, this may not be those places, but it feels like Normandy. It feels like Paris. I want visitors to feel the art. To imagine the painters who collaborated and shared ideas about their new style.”

“It’s brilliant. It’s going to draw many people to the museum. Although I’m afraid I’m going to be ten pounds heavier with the new pastry chef you hired for the café downstairs.”

Waverly scanned the space and spotted the display in the corner. “Is that it?”

“Yes, do you want to see—”

Before he could finish his sentence, Waverly made a beeline for the painting. Her heart pounded in her chest, her eyes widening at the sight of the spectacular piece. “What is this? This can’t be—”

“Real? Why yes, I assure you it is. Just as real as me,” Viktor said, wearing a cool smile.

The blood drained from Waverly’s face as she heard the smooth voice. What is he doing here? She spun around, her knees weak as her gaze caught his. Dressed in a well-fitted, blue velvet tux and bow tie, the six-foot-four vampire towered over her. Her jaw dropped open, words failing her as she attempted to maintain her composure.

“Ah, Mr. Christianson, so good to finally meet you. I’m David Williams. We spoke on the phone.”

“Please, call me Viktor.” He kept his eyes locked on Waverly.

“I’d love to introduce you to our brilliant curator, Doctor—”

“Dr. Waverly LaFleur, I presume?” Viktor extended his hand to her.

Waverly’s pulse raced as she glanced to his fingers, recalling the night he’d touched her in the blood club. How did he find me? What is he doing here?

Carefully, she reached for him, not wanting to appear rude. Never taking her eyes off the vampire, she shook his hand. As if she’d touched fire, she quickly released her grip. Her cheeks flushed pink, her pulse racing in response.

“Please tell us more about this piece. It’s outstanding,” the museum director enthused.

“I’ve had it for a very long time,” he replied.

“It almost looks like a sister to Sunrise.” Waverly attempted to shake off her nerves as she studied the painting, astonished at the authentic details in the brush strokes. “But I’m afraid that doesn’t exist. There’s no way this can be real.”

“Indeed, I assure you it is very much real. It appears it’s part of the series. It’s possible there’re others. As I said, it’s been in my possession for a very long time. Would you believe me if I told you Monet lost a bet with me?” Viktor chuckled.

“Very funny, Mr. Christianson. You do realize peddling stolen or fake art pieces will land you in jail,” she warned.

“Jail?” Dr. Williams laughed. “She’s joking, of course.”

“It’s authentic I assure you. And yes, it did involve a bet.” Viktor gave a sly smile, his attention set firmly on Waverly. “As you know, new paintings have been discovered throughout the years. It’s not unheard of.”

“We’re honored to be included in your decision to announce the existence of the new painting. It’s very generous. We certainly appreciate you donating the piece for our exhibit and for a private exhibit to raise money. Don’t we, Waverly?” Dr. Williams urged, raising his eyebrows with a nod.

“Of course, we do,” Waverly said, her mouth drawn tight with anger. “I look forward to inspecting it further.”

“I expect the bidding for time with your item to raise quite a bit of money.” Dr. Williams glanced at his watch. “I apologize, but I need to get back downstairs to speak with a few key donors. I cannot wait to spread the word of this truly exquisite painting. I’m going to leave you here with Waverly. There isn’t a single person besides myself who knows the museum better than she does. She’ll be happy to give you a private tour. You’re in good hands.”

“I believe I am,” Viktor agreed, still smiling.

“But Dr. Williams, we don’t really have time to do it justice. I need to check on—” Waverly protested.

“I promised Mr. Christianson we’d give him a private tour. Given his generous donation, I knew you’d be happy to do it.” He turned to Viktor. “She can take you throughout the museum. Show you all the exhibits. I’m giving my permission for you to show him behind the scenes as well.”

“Of course,” Waverly gritted out with a sardonic smile.

“There. It’s settled. I’ll see you both downstairs before the auction?”

“Of course. Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” the vampire told him.

“Yes sir.” Waverly took a deep breath, steeling her nerves.