battle before he’d been turned into a vampire. He’d killed countless people since then. He could be ruthless, but fratricide felt so final. He’d never attacked one of his own family before. As he considered his next move, a spark of fear crept into his thoughts. Caleb was strong. If Roman attacked him here, and didn’t win, Caleb would be free, set into Seattle without anyone to stop him.
“Go. Get out of my sight. Get out of my city.” Roman whirled as a sound at the door startled both of them. There stood Wendy with Renee. “Wendy, get her out of here. Now.”
Wendy obeyed immediately—she knew better than question her master. She grabbed Renee by the arm and dragged her away.
Caleb laughed, waving them off. He headed toward the French doors leading out to the garden. “I’ll find my refreshment elsewhere. Don’t you have any worries about that. And brother,” he paused, clutching the knob, “tell Mother I resign my commission in her court, and I wish her good luck. One way or another, there will be a new queen rising, and I’m going to be right there at her side, controlling every action. The vampire nation will live again, in fury and vengeance, just like it was always meant to.”
And then, Caleb vanished into the night. As Roman watched him go, he knew that a war was coming. If he had tried to stop Caleb now, alone, he doubted that he could have done it. But sometime, probably sooner than later, they would meet. And Roman would have an army behind him, because Caleb wouldn’t be coming alone. As he slowly moved to call his mother and tell her the news, he wearily thought that maybe he should just walk into the sun—be done with it and over. But that would leave Caleb free to storm against the mortals, and against Blood Wyne, and that was something Roman couldn’t let happen. As he picked up the phone, he thought, some nights seemed to last forever.
A Purr-Fect Weekend
All Shade wants is a weekend alone with Kitten…He should have thought about the old adage: Be careful of what you ask for. Sometimes you just may get it.
Shade was looking forward to the weekend far more than he’d looked forward to anything for a long time. The family—including Maggie and Hanna—were packing up for a two-day vacation out at Smoky’s barrow, and he and Delilah would have the whole house to themselves.. Granted, they already had the entire third floor to themselves, but there was always somebody needing something—always some interruption. This weekend would be a wonderful cure to all of that.
He hurried down to the kitchen to say goodbye. Even though he was looking forward to the privacy, no one could ever call him churlish. And he did love the rest of the family. He felt protective of them, just like Smoky did. All dragons, half-blood or not, had that streak. It bordered on possessiveness at times.
Camille and Menolly were in the kitchen, finishing up last minute preparations. It was dark outside, and they had a long drive ahead of them. They were leaving in the evening so Menolly could get her lair prepared once they reached the barrow. Sunrise might not come all that early, but when it peeked over the top of Mount Rainier she’d have to be safely hidden away.
Delilah was sitting on the counter, swinging her legs back and forth. “I wish we could go with you, but I promised Shade—” She stopped, suddenly aware he had entered the room. Blushing, she added, “But I wanted to stay…”
Shade snorted. He knew how tight the girls were. “That’s all right, love. I know you wish you could be in both places. But we planned this a few weeks ago. Please?” He turned on the puppy-dog look. Once they were alone, she’d have a blast and be glad they stayed. He just had to convince her not to shift gears at the last minute.
Delilah let out a long sigh. “I know…We’ll have a wonderful weekend. Just us.” She wrinkled her nose and hopped off the counter to give him a kiss. “But
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