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ire; indeed, just the opposite.
But it didn’t matter how he’d driven her away. Only that he had. This way was best. He’d just end up hurting her, had almost bitten her.
Even after his brother’s five years of torture, Nikolai hadn’t succumbed to bloodlust and bitten Myst. Her neck was unmarked.
At that moment, Nikolai drew his brows together and tightened his arms around his Bride. Though he slept, Nikolai still sensed another’s presence.
So Murdoch traced back to the mill. He held his breath as he materialized, not sure if he hoped Daniela would still be there or not.
Empty . He ignored his baffling disappointment. What’d you expect? He’d threatened her, insulted her—
He spotted a piece of paper on his desk. Tripping in his haste to reach it, he snapped the note up and read: Vampire,
At some time in the future, you’re really going to want my number. So I thought I would give you this: 867-5309.
XOXO,
Daniela, the Ice Queen
The words were embellished with whimsical hearts. I haven’t blown it. Relief sailed through him, so strong he sagged onto his mattress.
She’ll see me again. He ignored the part of him that was filled with foreboding, the part still warning that she ’d be safer if she didn’t.
When he felt the afternoon sun’s heavy reach over the earth, his lids grew heavy. Exhaustion caught up with him and, with her note clutched in his fist, he slept.
ELEVEN
THE CRACKED VINYL OF THE TRUCK BENCH stuck to Danii’s heated thighs, disgusting her even further.
Her hands were clenched and a steady stream of lightning trailed her as she and Farmer Ted bounced along a pitted road, closing in on Val Hall, the manor that housed the New Orleans coven of Valkyrie.
Earlier, once she’d trudged a mile from the mill, in the heat of a Louisiana noonday sun, she ’d eventually stumbled onto a desolate county highway—and an old farmer driving by in an even older truck.
After dashing in front of him in the road, begging for a ride, she ’d promptly deduced that Farmer Ted was a man of no words, communicating solely by strategic spitting of his tobacco chew.
With one healthy splat out of his truck window, he ’d agreed to drop her near home. At least, she’d translated that as an agreement. Before he could argue—that would just get untidy—she’d clambered into the cab. The one without air-conditioning that reeked of taxidermy and Levi Garrett tobacco.
If Valkyrie ate, Danii would be vomiting right now.
All because of that vampire. The only thing getting her through this ordeal was the belief that Murdoch would regret what he ’d done.
And the fact that she’d left him a special number for when he returned.
The second he’d vanished, she’d rushed to the mill’s garage, agreeing that she needed to leave, stat. Rule to live by: If a vampire warns you he’s coming back to attack and possibly kill you, then you listen.
Inside, she’d found a classic Porsche, refurbished and lovely, with a new Maserati Spyder beside it. She’d been eager to steal and trash either one, already planning to return the vehicle with a UV bulb in the overhead light. But she couldn’t find the keys.
She’d tried to call for help on his sat-phone, but the service was code-locked.
Rather than stay and wait like an unwitting bag of O positive, she’d scribbled her note and set out in her bloody boots, wearing damp underwear, the vamp’s T-shirt, and a cloak of rage that only a two-thousand-year-old Valkyrie could pull off.
For so long, those in the Lore had noted the differences between Danii and her sisters—including Danii. But in truth, she had just as many Valkyrie traits as she had Icere.
Most notably, Danii possessed the Valkyrie’s notorious pride and need for retribution. Like her sisters, if she was wronged, then gods help the subject of her wrath.
I’ve so been wronged. By the first vampire in history not to want his Bride. She didn’t know if that said something about him—
or
But it didn’t matter how he’d driven her away. Only that he had. This way was best. He’d just end up hurting her, had almost bitten her.
Even after his brother’s five years of torture, Nikolai hadn’t succumbed to bloodlust and bitten Myst. Her neck was unmarked.
At that moment, Nikolai drew his brows together and tightened his arms around his Bride. Though he slept, Nikolai still sensed another’s presence.
So Murdoch traced back to the mill. He held his breath as he materialized, not sure if he hoped Daniela would still be there or not.
Empty . He ignored his baffling disappointment. What’d you expect? He’d threatened her, insulted her—
He spotted a piece of paper on his desk. Tripping in his haste to reach it, he snapped the note up and read: Vampire,
At some time in the future, you’re really going to want my number. So I thought I would give you this: 867-5309.
XOXO,
Daniela, the Ice Queen
The words were embellished with whimsical hearts. I haven’t blown it. Relief sailed through him, so strong he sagged onto his mattress.
She’ll see me again. He ignored the part of him that was filled with foreboding, the part still warning that she ’d be safer if she didn’t.
When he felt the afternoon sun’s heavy reach over the earth, his lids grew heavy. Exhaustion caught up with him and, with her note clutched in his fist, he slept.
ELEVEN
THE CRACKED VINYL OF THE TRUCK BENCH stuck to Danii’s heated thighs, disgusting her even further.
Her hands were clenched and a steady stream of lightning trailed her as she and Farmer Ted bounced along a pitted road, closing in on Val Hall, the manor that housed the New Orleans coven of Valkyrie.
Earlier, once she’d trudged a mile from the mill, in the heat of a Louisiana noonday sun, she ’d eventually stumbled onto a desolate county highway—and an old farmer driving by in an even older truck.
After dashing in front of him in the road, begging for a ride, she ’d promptly deduced that Farmer Ted was a man of no words, communicating solely by strategic spitting of his tobacco chew.
With one healthy splat out of his truck window, he ’d agreed to drop her near home. At least, she’d translated that as an agreement. Before he could argue—that would just get untidy—she’d clambered into the cab. The one without air-conditioning that reeked of taxidermy and Levi Garrett tobacco.
If Valkyrie ate, Danii would be vomiting right now.
All because of that vampire. The only thing getting her through this ordeal was the belief that Murdoch would regret what he ’d done.
And the fact that she’d left him a special number for when he returned.
The second he’d vanished, she’d rushed to the mill’s garage, agreeing that she needed to leave, stat. Rule to live by: If a vampire warns you he’s coming back to attack and possibly kill you, then you listen.
Inside, she’d found a classic Porsche, refurbished and lovely, with a new Maserati Spyder beside it. She’d been eager to steal and trash either one, already planning to return the vehicle with a UV bulb in the overhead light. But she couldn’t find the keys.
She’d tried to call for help on his sat-phone, but the service was code-locked.
Rather than stay and wait like an unwitting bag of O positive, she’d scribbled her note and set out in her bloody boots, wearing damp underwear, the vamp’s T-shirt, and a cloak of rage that only a two-thousand-year-old Valkyrie could pull off.
For so long, those in the Lore had noted the differences between Danii and her sisters—including Danii. But in truth, she had just as many Valkyrie traits as she had Icere.
Most notably, Danii possessed the Valkyrie’s notorious pride and need for retribution. Like her sisters, if she was wronged, then gods help the subject of her wrath.
I’ve so been wronged. By the first vampire in history not to want his Bride. She didn’t know if that said something about him—
or
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