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Authors: Michele Bardsley
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werewolves and his obsession with power had created an opportunity. With the lycanthropes creating a singular pack, even to include the Roma, they were powerful. Already allies to the Ancients and to Ruadan’s tired refrain of peace and education to benefit all—it would be a blow to vampires as well. The most scattered and less focused everyone became, the easier it would be for Koschei to take their power.
He’d been disappointed when his daughter refused to participate. She was the only light in his life, the only reminder left of the man he’d once been. He had sensed the distance growing between them, and knew there would come a time he could no longer ignore her disobedience to his wishes.
“Koschei?”
He shook off his thoughts and turned to the woman who’d been so useful to him. He knew Nerfertiti was attracted to his power, and she even hoped to mate with him.
He tried not to laugh in her face. She was a valuable component of his plan, hell with her weapons, and often used her considerable feminine wiles to get the job done.
“We will wait just a little longer,” he said, stroking his supplicant’s pretty face.
“Let me drink their beer and dance to their goddess, and get so very, very relaxed. You know who you must get to first?”
“Anna,” she said. “The Roma wife to the Crown Prince.” She smiled. “And we will be paid for our services?”
“Oh, yes. Lots of money. You will get many baubles, I promise.”
Her eyes flared with greed, an emotion Koschei knew well. But patience had always ruled him. And it would serve him now. They only needed to wait a little while longer…
“KOSHEI,” SAID DAMIAN. “You honor us.”
The Ancient vampire nodded; his smile too thin to be friendly. Damian didn’t take offense. That had always been the Russian’s way.
“I couldn’t resist visiting your new village,” said Koschei. “Ruadan is very impressed with your efforts to create a pack with the Roma.”
“We are all the children of the Moon Goddess,” said Damian. He picked up the mug of beer from the table crammed with every type of lager available. The music played—happy tunes that encouraged dancing and laughter. He knew better than to offer the vampire anything to drink.
Though there had long been a pact between the Ancients and the lycans that forbid vampires to imbibe on werewolf blood, he didn’t want to issue an invitation Koschei might misconstrue.
“Is it the Moon Goddess Festival tonight?” asked Koschei looking around with interest.
Damian nodded, recalling Alaya’s warning about blood on the moon. Was it a coincidence that Koschei had picked tonight to visit? Damian looked up at the bright, full moon. Was it just his imagination or was that a red edge around its white glow?
“How is your wife?” asked Koschei. “The babies are well?”
“She’s wonderful, and so are the babes.” Not even the vampire’s dour manner could erase Damian’s grin. “In fact, I should get back to my wife. We will talk later, old friend.”
Koschei nodded. “Of course.”
Damian drained the beer and put the empty mug onto the table. Foreboding pitted his belly. He didn’t know if it was Alaya’s warning, or Koschei’s cold presence, but he’d be a fool to ignore his instincts. Why hadn’t he listened to Alaya? At least he could’ve seen his wife to safety, and warned his men to be prepared.
Damian stopped at the circle of dancers, looking for his wife, who’d been swept off by Reiner. He worried about how tired she’d be, and if her feet were hurting. She was strong, but still … the next generation of their kind lived in her womb.
He couldn’t fail her. Or his pack.
He stepped through a gap in the twirling people, his gaze bouncing from man to man, trying to find the blonde head of his friend. Reiner was tall, much taller than Anna, and easier to find. Damian felt his chest get tighter and tighter, and had unsnapped his pistol before he could determine the
He’d been disappointed when his daughter refused to participate. She was the only light in his life, the only reminder left of the man he’d once been. He had sensed the distance growing between them, and knew there would come a time he could no longer ignore her disobedience to his wishes.
“Koschei?”
He shook off his thoughts and turned to the woman who’d been so useful to him. He knew Nerfertiti was attracted to his power, and she even hoped to mate with him.
He tried not to laugh in her face. She was a valuable component of his plan, hell with her weapons, and often used her considerable feminine wiles to get the job done.
“We will wait just a little longer,” he said, stroking his supplicant’s pretty face.
“Let me drink their beer and dance to their goddess, and get so very, very relaxed. You know who you must get to first?”
“Anna,” she said. “The Roma wife to the Crown Prince.” She smiled. “And we will be paid for our services?”
“Oh, yes. Lots of money. You will get many baubles, I promise.”
Her eyes flared with greed, an emotion Koschei knew well. But patience had always ruled him. And it would serve him now. They only needed to wait a little while longer…
“KOSHEI,” SAID DAMIAN. “You honor us.”
The Ancient vampire nodded; his smile too thin to be friendly. Damian didn’t take offense. That had always been the Russian’s way.
“I couldn’t resist visiting your new village,” said Koschei. “Ruadan is very impressed with your efforts to create a pack with the Roma.”
“We are all the children of the Moon Goddess,” said Damian. He picked up the mug of beer from the table crammed with every type of lager available. The music played—happy tunes that encouraged dancing and laughter. He knew better than to offer the vampire anything to drink.
Though there had long been a pact between the Ancients and the lycans that forbid vampires to imbibe on werewolf blood, he didn’t want to issue an invitation Koschei might misconstrue.
“Is it the Moon Goddess Festival tonight?” asked Koschei looking around with interest.
Damian nodded, recalling Alaya’s warning about blood on the moon. Was it a coincidence that Koschei had picked tonight to visit? Damian looked up at the bright, full moon. Was it just his imagination or was that a red edge around its white glow?
“How is your wife?” asked Koschei. “The babies are well?”
“She’s wonderful, and so are the babes.” Not even the vampire’s dour manner could erase Damian’s grin. “In fact, I should get back to my wife. We will talk later, old friend.”
Koschei nodded. “Of course.”
Damian drained the beer and put the empty mug onto the table. Foreboding pitted his belly. He didn’t know if it was Alaya’s warning, or Koschei’s cold presence, but he’d be a fool to ignore his instincts. Why hadn’t he listened to Alaya? At least he could’ve seen his wife to safety, and warned his men to be prepared.
Damian stopped at the circle of dancers, looking for his wife, who’d been swept off by Reiner. He worried about how tired she’d be, and if her feet were hurting. She was strong, but still … the next generation of their kind lived in her womb.
He couldn’t fail her. Or his pack.
He stepped through a gap in the twirling people, his gaze bouncing from man to man, trying to find the blonde head of his friend. Reiner was tall, much taller than Anna, and easier to find. Damian felt his chest get tighter and tighter, and had unsnapped his pistol before he could determine the
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