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side of the beam and looked up at
the phone, flipping it on.
    It read four twenty-nine P.M. Fifty percent
battery life. Most importantly: four bars reception. I laughed, suddenly
deliriously giddy.
    With trembling hands, I turned on the GPS
and waited for it to find me, straining my ears for Roloth and praying that he
would not return soon.
    The GPS icon blinked on and off, on and off.
Then the blue triangle appeared. I noted down my location, then speed-dialed
Tony.
    My heart pounded as one ring passed, then
another. Then, a click. “Anna!” he exclaimed. “Are you all right?”
    “I’m fine,” I croaked. I sounded hideous, I
thought in disgust.
    “What? Are you okay? Where are you?”
    I cleared my throat. “I’m fine. I’m at the
corner of Tin mill and M Yard. Warehouse 2nd floor.”
    “On my way!” his voice faded on the last
word. Was he about to hang up?
    “Wait!” I yelled, suddenly panicked.
“There’s going be a vampire here soon, an old one.”
    “Got it.” Then a click, followed by a dial
tone.
    I sighed and hung up, carefully opening my
purse with my knees and dropping my phone back in. Then, I kicked it back to
about where it was before. That would have to do.
    I sat up and waited.
    ***

Chapter 13: Fateful Choice
    Unfortunately, Roloth came for me first,
wearing a long, hooded off-white coat and thick sunglasses. He tossed them off
and smiled down at me. “Sorry to leave you alone, Princess.”
    I didn’t answer. He walked over to me.
“Here, you must be uncomfortable.” With a snap, he unlocked the cuffs and they
slid off onto the ground. I dropped my hands and massaged my wrists and
shoulders.
    “I apologize for the rough accommodations,
but I simply could not lose you again.” He leaned down to stroke my face.
    My revulsion to the touch of his cold hand
fought with my curiosity. Curiosity won. “What do you mean by ‘again?’”
    He laughed, “In a matter of speaking. What
you are, my dear, is a treasure, of the sort that only appears once in a mortal
generation.”
    He picked me up and set me on my feet.
    “You are a treasure that deserves better
storage than this dusty warehouse, to be sure. Soon I will bring you to more...
accommodating environs, where you will be treated as the Princess you are.”
    My heart clenched, “Soon?”
    “As soon as the sun sets, it shouldn’t be
more than a half-hour now.”
    My mind raced. Would Tony and the others be
too late?
    I had to think of something. “I’m...” I was
interrupted by the growling of my stomach. Perfect. “I’m feeling... almost
faint from hunger,” I simpered.
    “Of course, Princess,” he said as he bent
down and handed me the bag that Claire had given to me. “Here, you will want to
eat before you leave.” I saw the sandwiches; he had taken the money. Easy come,
easy go, I supposed.
    But I was too hungry to care and the sudden
stand had made me as dizzy as I was claiming to be. I tore into the sandwiches
with a vengeance and before I knew it I was licking the crumbs off my fingers.
    Though it was a trying effort, I managed to
slow down on the last two sandwiches, taking my time and eating slowly. By the
time I was done, the sunset was shining through a crack in the window.
    He saw it too. “Almost... just a few
minutes more.”
    I swallowed. Stall. I had to. “You keep
calling me a Princess, but I don’t understand. You seem to actually mean it.”
    He laughed. “All women are Princesses,
even--no, especially, the ones that I devour in the night.” He stroked my neck
and I fought the urge to jerk away or run. “But you are right. You are
different, special.”
    “You are destined to walk in the darkness
with us, my dear. And you shall become the greatest nightwalker of all. The
blood of Our Queen runs through your veins and when you are turned... it will
fully manifest.”
    He embraced me. “Your power shall rule the
Night, my dear Siren and I shall rule you.”
    “I am... to become a nightwalker?”