unfolding. Introducing Katarina to his world in the right way was something Viktor had been planning since before she had taken her first breath. He knew she would immediately see him as a mere vampire because of his need for blood every new moon. Roman had made Viktor watch many of the movies over the years to prepare him for what his mate would think of him. There had even been nights he’d dreamt she’d tried to kill him with a wooden stake to the heart or had shown up wearing a garlic necklace. As comical as it was, this was not what Viktor wanted for his beautiful mate. It was going to be difficult to explain the difference between the fantasy of a blood-sucking ghoul and a King of the Blood, but Zeus had not left them totally unprepared. If Katarina agreed to completely connect her mind to his she would then feel the truth of his words as he explained. Each King was left to decide how to illuminate his custos animae to the truth of their kind. Viktor thought it important that she know how he had come to be. How he had carefully chosen the other Kings. How much it meant that he was given the honor of spending eternity by her side. Katarina had to understand she was the only woman he could ever bring into their race. In all matters, she was the keeper of his heart. Without her, he was doomed. She would be his only nourishment after transformation and he would be hers. Without her, Viktor would cease to exist. Literally returning to the ether from which he came. As with everything in their very long lives, there were rules. She had to first accept him for what he was and then accept the fact that she too was to become one of their kind. Only her willing acquiescence would seal their bond. Because Viktor was the oldest and his three thousandth year was less than three months away, he had to move quickly. Could make no mistakes. Had to enlighten Katarina about their future as soon as possible and receive her blessing. Tonight was the last night he could be nourished by any other. Without Kat’s love...he would die. It was that simple. “Heads up,” Roman whispered low enough that only they could hear, signaling just as his lovely mate appeared behind the opening lift doors. She is perfection. Her hair was now up in a ponytail that bounced from side to side as she walked toward him. Her long lashes were darker and her hypnotic eyes had been outlined in kohl. His heart skipped a beat when just the tip of her tongue wet the red lipstick on her bottom lip. It was the thing sonnets were written about. Her jacket and silk blouse had been replaced with a smoky grey sweater that showcased her ample bosom without being crude. Viktor growled a warning, reminding Roman of the penalty of looking too long at Katarina. The resulting chuckle from his second-in-command reassured the Unum there would be no mistakes. Katarina still wore the straight black skirt from their meeting, which was fine with Viktor. He appreciated the way the material hugged her ample curves and sat just about her knees. The slit in the back was an added bonus as it gave just a hint of how gorgeous her creamy thighs would be when he uncovered them for himself. It was not only because he was a gentleman that he followed behind her...the view was one he wasn’t willing to miss. “I hope your wait wasn’t too long,” she said when she stood right in front of him. “Not at all,” he responded. “Shall we go?” Turning to face the doors, he bent his elbow and smiled as she automatically placed her hand upon his arm. The trip to Sanguinem was uneventful, as was their arrival through the private entrance at the back of the building and their slow tour to the VIP section. Nikos was waiting, as were Bain, Tommas, and Salvatore. Viktor couldn’t contain his smile as he watched each of his men interact with Katarina. She was a natural and they were all instantly enamored with her, but none so much as Salvatore, who had been going by Sal since the