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for me to go on. Sitting down on the
side of the bed, he rested his hand on my leg, the pressure of it
wreaking havoc on my skin.
    “Why don’t you tell me why I’m here then,
instead of just killing me? Why bring me to some room and talk?” I
tried to put a pleasant tone to my voice, but it was hard speaking
through clenched teeth. My attitude was lost on Avery, however, as
he beamed back at me, obviously delighted in himself. All I could
think was I was alone with a mad man and had no way of
escaping.
    “You know, I have been a neglectful host.
Here we are chatting and not once have I asked after your
wellbeing. Would you care for something to eat or drink?” As he
licked his lips, the tips of his fangs revealed, he chuckled. “I
know I would not say no to a little sip.”
    Fear shot through me, the idea of him biting
me causing bile to surge up my throat into my mouth. There was a
lot of ways to be violated, and this was one in my mind. I wasn’t
opposed to the concept of sharing blood—it was the idea of someone
tapping my vein without my consent that caused my stomach to
churn.
    “No?” he paused, waiting for the answer I
wasn’t going to offer. “So I guess we will just talk business then,
shall we? Get down to the nitty-gritty of why you are here.”
    “Can you release me at least? Give me the
opportunity to move and stretch?” I knew it was a long shot, but I
was tired of sitting like a helpless duck. I was used to being a
predator, the creature who struck fear in the weaker, and there was
nothing comforting about being the prey.
    “For you to attack me? Escape? Don’t insult
my intelligence, Darcy. You will remain how you are until I say
otherwise. Besides, our time together is short. Let us not waste it
on requests you know I will not approve.”
    Avery pulled himself to a stand again,
turning to face me as he would a crowd. I inwardly rolled my eyes,
hoping he wouldn’t begin grandstanding and give over to dramatics.
Fervor seemed to strike him as he began his story.
    “You, my delightful girl, are the perfect
pawn in my plan. Do you know how insufferable it is to watch a fool
govern over my people, leading us away from the old ways because he
feels it is best to keep hidden? Vampires were never meant for the
shadows, yet as the centuries pass by, that is exactly where we
are. We do not reveal ourselves—we no longer keep humans as the
slaves they truly are. We do not bend others to our supreme will,
and as a result, we have become weak creatures to be mocked and
laughed at.”
    The look of disgust covering his face was the
first real indication Avery wasn’t all charm and madness. He had a
glint in his eye that drove home how dangerous he was. Whatever
show of hospitality he’d been performing earlier was lost now as
his true nature was exposed.
    “If you’re so upset by the way things are,
why haven’t you done something about it?” I couldn’t help the
question. Up until the last day, I never heard of Avery before, and
if he was all about domination, surely news of his attempts would
have filtered through the supernatural community.
    “Oh, I’ve tried, but to no avail. One thing
about my kind is we can afford to be patient and not act rashly. We
have an eternity to plot and put our plans in motion. The last time
I made a serious attempt, I was foiled by the mistimed alliance
with Zane, and a young, foolish Alpha.”
    “Mason …,” I whispered, trying to remember
what I’d heard a few years ago when the agreement to join forces
had been put into place. It was spoken of as the turning point in
our history because instead of everyone working separately, and
most times against each other, leaders had met and agreed to pull
together.
    Times were changing, humans more aware of
their surroundings and less governed by their superstitious fears.
It was believed in order to survive, supernatural races needed to
become a united front. Of course, there was opposition to the idea
and factions