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wasn’t all he had going for him. The ability to absorb
powers
through blood opened up new doors for the Adarians. Each of the men possessed his own unique abilities, and it had occurred to Kevin that it might be possible to join certain abilities together, through the ingesting of blood, in order to produce
new
powers. He was right.
One of his Chosen, Mitchell, had the Adarian ability to read minds. Another, Luke, was able to invade a person’s dreams from anywhere in the world and determine that person’s location in this way. Because people often dreamed of what they had experienced during the day, Luke was able to recognize certain places in the backgrounds of those dreams, thus learning their current whereabouts. Out of curiosity, Kevin combined the two powers by mixing his men’s blood and ingesting it. As a result, he gained the temporary ability to scry a person’s whereabouts. It was how he and his men had located Juliette Anderson several days ago.
It was also how Kevin located the third archess now.
In the last week, he had experimented with many different powers, acquiring supernatural skills that he and his men had dreamed of for centuries. The Adarians now had a handful of high cards and aces up their sleeves. They had regrouped and were stronger than before. Kevin had a few surprises in store for Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, and Azrael.
Unfortunately, the ability to heal was still beyond their capacity. But no matter. As a vampire, Kevin was certain that he would now require assisted healing much less often than he’d needed it before his transformation. There were far fewer supernatural creatures who could do real harm to a vampire than to an Adarian. They still existed, and the ability to heal would still be a tremendous boon, but it wasn’t as urgent now as it had been. And it didn’t matter, because Kevin was going to possess it soon anyhow. Thanks to Sophie Bryce.
* * *
Randall McFarlan stood as still as the death that had created him, waiting and watching in the shadows of Angel Island. When the intruder he’d been following finally left the bay, Randall nodded once to himself, stepped back into the receding darkness behind him, and disappeared.
Chapter Four
T he teenage girl on the bed tossed and turned, her sleep clearly interrupted. Her covers had been wrapped tightly around her in her restlessness and hugged the curves of her body, hinting vaguely at the form beneath them.
The man beside the bed watched her with hungry eyes. His tall form was a tower of hard darkness in the quietly disturbed room. With slow determination, he reached down and grasped the top of the covers. Inch by inch, he pulled them off her body. She wore the same clothes she’d worn the day before, from her thin gray sweatshirt to her painted-on jeans.
Marcus shook his head. Teenagers lived so hard these days. She hadn’t removed her makeup, and her mascara was darkening her bottom lid as she slept.
But despite her carelessness, it was clear she was pretty. Her hair was dark, her skin fine, and her form-fitting jeans and top were stretched taut across her curvy legs and ample bosom.
As he watched, the girl shivered, curled in on herself, emitted a soft moan, and rolled over again. Her dreams were troubled; he’d made sure of that.
His kind had been invading the nighttime thoughts of mortal women for countless centuries. Of course, they’d never done so in the manner that he was using right now. Their king would never have allowed it.
His kind lived by a strict and simple code: harm no woman. Their supernatural gift, in fact, was of the opposite ilk. He and others like him were capable of imbuing their partners with pleasure so complete and intense that it was often considered unequaled in the supernatural world.
The reason for this was as simple as their code. They could see into a woman’s soul, well past the thoughts her mind harbored and the subconscious fears she kept hidden inside. Deep down—in the
powers
through blood opened up new doors for the Adarians. Each of the men possessed his own unique abilities, and it had occurred to Kevin that it might be possible to join certain abilities together, through the ingesting of blood, in order to produce
new
powers. He was right.
One of his Chosen, Mitchell, had the Adarian ability to read minds. Another, Luke, was able to invade a person’s dreams from anywhere in the world and determine that person’s location in this way. Because people often dreamed of what they had experienced during the day, Luke was able to recognize certain places in the backgrounds of those dreams, thus learning their current whereabouts. Out of curiosity, Kevin combined the two powers by mixing his men’s blood and ingesting it. As a result, he gained the temporary ability to scry a person’s whereabouts. It was how he and his men had located Juliette Anderson several days ago.
It was also how Kevin located the third archess now.
In the last week, he had experimented with many different powers, acquiring supernatural skills that he and his men had dreamed of for centuries. The Adarians now had a handful of high cards and aces up their sleeves. They had regrouped and were stronger than before. Kevin had a few surprises in store for Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, and Azrael.
Unfortunately, the ability to heal was still beyond their capacity. But no matter. As a vampire, Kevin was certain that he would now require assisted healing much less often than he’d needed it before his transformation. There were far fewer supernatural creatures who could do real harm to a vampire than to an Adarian. They still existed, and the ability to heal would still be a tremendous boon, but it wasn’t as urgent now as it had been. And it didn’t matter, because Kevin was going to possess it soon anyhow. Thanks to Sophie Bryce.
* * *
Randall McFarlan stood as still as the death that had created him, waiting and watching in the shadows of Angel Island. When the intruder he’d been following finally left the bay, Randall nodded once to himself, stepped back into the receding darkness behind him, and disappeared.
Chapter Four
T he teenage girl on the bed tossed and turned, her sleep clearly interrupted. Her covers had been wrapped tightly around her in her restlessness and hugged the curves of her body, hinting vaguely at the form beneath them.
The man beside the bed watched her with hungry eyes. His tall form was a tower of hard darkness in the quietly disturbed room. With slow determination, he reached down and grasped the top of the covers. Inch by inch, he pulled them off her body. She wore the same clothes she’d worn the day before, from her thin gray sweatshirt to her painted-on jeans.
Marcus shook his head. Teenagers lived so hard these days. She hadn’t removed her makeup, and her mascara was darkening her bottom lid as she slept.
But despite her carelessness, it was clear she was pretty. Her hair was dark, her skin fine, and her form-fitting jeans and top were stretched taut across her curvy legs and ample bosom.
As he watched, the girl shivered, curled in on herself, emitted a soft moan, and rolled over again. Her dreams were troubled; he’d made sure of that.
His kind had been invading the nighttime thoughts of mortal women for countless centuries. Of course, they’d never done so in the manner that he was using right now. Their king would never have allowed it.
His kind lived by a strict and simple code: harm no woman. Their supernatural gift, in fact, was of the opposite ilk. He and others like him were capable of imbuing their partners with pleasure so complete and intense that it was often considered unequaled in the supernatural world.
The reason for this was as simple as their code. They could see into a woman’s soul, well past the thoughts her mind harbored and the subconscious fears she kept hidden inside. Deep down—in the
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