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He sat in an armchair wearing a full suit of plate armor that gleamed gold in the dim lighting. Black hair lay tangled around shoulders broad enough for an Olympic gymnast. He turned to look at her, one brow lifted, his eyes a smoky blue that gave his harshly handsome face a hint of the poet. A great helm sat on the table at his elbow, next to a pair of dully gleaming gauntlets. His long sword leaned against the arm of the chair, its hilt encrusted with gems.

All of which provided a marked contrast to the bottle of Jack Daniels he balanced on one knee.

The combination was startling enough to make Caroline forget her ingrained Southern manners. "You just sit around in full armor? Isn't it a little heavy?"

"It's enchanted. I've worn less comfortable Armani." The swordsman squinted at her through the smoke curling from his thick black stogie. Instead of the usual cigar reek, it smelled masculine and exotic, a hint of magic giving the smoke a faint glow. "Don't believe I know you, kid. And I thought I knew every Majae in the Mageverse." White teeth flashed. "Most of 'em in the biblical sense." Flicking ashes into a crystal ashtray sitting beside his helm, he took another puff. His hand was big, square and scarred, but his lips looked impossibly erotic as they closed around the cigar.

She dragged her gaze back to his eyes and started toward him. "I'm Caroline Lang." How was she supposed to explain the situation without sounding like a lunatic? "I'm new here."

The swordsman stood to shake her extended hand. His touch made everything feminine in her come to warm attention. "Hell of a time to join the business." He nodded at the nearest chair. "I'm Galahad. Have a seat."

"Galahad?" Caroline blinked in astonishment. When he lifted an amused brow, she mechanically moved to take the chair he'd indicated as gorgeous old tales spun through her mind. Sir Galahad, son of Lancelot and a knight of the Round Table. So pure and chaste, he alone of all Arthur's knights was fit to find the Holy Grail, the cup of Christ.

The legends had neglected to mention that he was a vampire.