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vampire? Lovely. As if Sebastian Wroth were USDA grade A?
    “Are you alarmed, Valkyrie?”
    “Do I look alarmed?” She always enjoyed asking that, since she knew the answer was
    invariably no. “Why now?” She’d seen Bowen fighting vampires on a battlefield ages
    ago—he’d been pitiless in the past, and she’d bet that hadn’t changed, either.
    He answered, “A friend told me I might have a particular interest in the prize.” Yes, if
    possible, Bowen was more handsome, but the vampire’s eyes were so very gray, so dark
    and compelling. If a woman got lost in eyes like Sebastian’s, she’d want to please him in
    any way he desired. Bowen’s eyes? One glimpse of them, and a woman wouldn’t know
    whether to jump him or run from him.
    Clearly, Kaderin’s blessing was holding, because she didn’t feel even a flutter of desire for
    the Lykae.
    “You know what the prize is?” she asked, but Bowen wasn’t listening. The witches had
    just arrived—one called Mariketa the Awaited and another woman Kaderin didn’t know—
    and he was busy scowling at them. “If you’re this easily distracted,” Kaderin said, “I’ll
    have no problems.”
    He bit out, “What are they doing here?”
    Kaderin quirked a brow. “They’re here to compete. As they do every Hie.”
    She knew the Lykae never purchased magicks from the House of Witches—the Lore’s
    mystical mercenaries. Kaderin had heard a hundred discountable rumors why, and on
    occasion, she’d speculated at the truth. She couldn’t imagine life without the convenience
    of spells—which could vampire-proof chains and trace-proof cages—any more than she
    could imagine life without showers. Both scenarios were barbaric to Kaderin.
    Now, seeing Bowen’s expression, Kaderin wondered if the Lykae eschewed buying spells
    simply because the witches creeped them out. “Do you know what the prize is?” she asked
    again.
    “I doona ken exactly,” he said, his attention locked on the two. “But I know enough to
    warn you that I’ll kill for it.” He finally faced her to say, “And I daresay killing you would
    jeopardize the Lykae’s tenuous truce with the Valkyrie.”
    “So, because of Emma and Lachlain’s marriage, I should back out? Even though this is my
    competition, and has been since you were a wittle puppy?”
    He shrugged his broad shoulders. “I’d rather no’ hurt you, all in all. I’ve never struck a
    female, much less done the damage I’ve heard this contest calls for. Damage like you’ve
    meted out.”
    “Werewolf, don’t hate the player—hate the game.” She turned from him, dismissing him.
    An early broken leg would put the dog out.
    At least there wasn’t a vamp—
    The vampire appeared out of thin air.
    Her claws scrabbled along the railing as she fought to stay upright.

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    H ow in the hell did he find me? She had marble under four claws from where she’d just
    saved herself from a fall.
    He’d first appeared in the back of the gallery, and now she watched as he traced into a
    darkened corner. No one had noticed him yet—or they’d be scattering as if someone had
    pulled the fire alarm—because he was able to half-trace, barely visible and unscentable to
    the low creatures. She’d seen vampires who were able to do that clever trick, but they’d
    been much older.
    Yet she’d seen him perfectly. And, great Freya, if he’d been handsome before, now the
    vampire was devastating.
    Everything about him was different. He’d gained muscle in the last week, making his
    shoulders broader and the muscles in his arms and legs fuller. His clothing was casual but
    expensive, with a tailored fit that highlighted his powerful body. His thick, straight black
    hair was still long but trimmed.
    But how in the hell did he find Riora’s temple?
    Her first thought was that there was a Valkyrie stoolie, feeding him information about