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  The creature rushed toward me in a flash and wrapped his large hand around my throat. I felt his powers release me half a second before he flung me across the room and into the side of my toppled desk. A loud groan echoed through the room as both my body and the desk skid across the hardwood floor before finally hitting the opposite wall.

  I slowly lifted myself into a kneeling position so I could glare up at him. “Don’t you think I want to be free of Jabari?” I demanded. “I would love nothing more than to shove his damned powers down his throat and let him choke on them, but I can’t. I can’t fight him. Hell, I can’t even sense his powers until it’s too late.”

  “Then let me give you the gift you would have had already if you hadn’t messed your life up with these bloody nightwalkers.” He waved his hand at me and I found myself cringing, all the muscles tensing in my body as I waited for another wave of pain to come crashing through my frame. But it never happened. There was only Nick’s laughter as he mocked my surprise and fear.

  And then it came to me, as if a heavy veil were being lifted from the world. I could sense . . . energy. Different kinds of energy as it flowed in and around me. I could feel the earth and her steadily beating pulse. I could feel the hum of energy buzzing in my own body. I could sense the energy rolling off Nick in fat, swamping waves so it seemed to fill the air, suffocating me as I struggled to pull above its weight. It was unlike anything I had ever seen or felt before. Once, many months ago, I had sensed the powers of the earth, and being a nightwalker, I was always in touch with blood magic. However, the energy that tumbled away from Nick seemed to fit neither of these categories. He was a massive ball of power and something else . . .

  “How about a test drive, father mine?” I mocked, pushing to my feet. Narrowing my eyes on his smug face, I tapped into all the energy swirling around me, not caring whether it came from blood, earth, or whatever Nick was, and let it fill me in a rush. I summoned up my powers and flung a round of fireballs at him with enough speed that I was sure he wouldn’t be able to dodge them. And he didn’t. The fire struck him in the center of his chest and washed over his body, covering him as if it were a second skin. His laughter bounced around the room as he took a step toward me, still covered in flames.

  I stumbled a step backward, hitting the desk behind me, and steeled myself for the next round of blows as my mind frantically searched for another way of attacking. I had no weapons on me, only the power I had been born with. Running wasn’t an option. Nick had already proven that he was faster than me. So I waited for my punishment for striking out.

  But it never came. He laughed at me and extinguished the flames. “That’s my girl,” he said, and patted me on my bruised cheek. “Now you just need to use that energy you can sense against those who are trying to control you. Prove to me that you can harness their own powers for your means. Control Jabari. Control Danaus.”

  Something in my chest twisted at the sound of the hunter’s name falling from Nick’s thin lips. I wanted to keep Danaus as far from this creature as I possibly could, but I knew looking into his twinkling black eyes that it wasn’t even a remote possibility.

  “And if I refuse?” I lifted my chin as I clenched my teeth.

  “Then you are useless to me as you are, and we’ll have to start from scratch,” he said with a grin. He pressed his hand into my stomach and leaned in close. “I can still undo what was done.”

  “What?” I demanded, my stomach twisting into a tight knot.

  “Make you human again.” My mind halted at the very thought. Human. Again. I couldn’t ever be human again. I didn’t want to be human ever again. I was a nightwalker. I had been a nightwalker for more than six hundred years. It was all I knew.

  Nick sent a pulse of energy through my system and I felt a jerk in the middle of my chest as if something had tightened its fist around my soul. At the same time, my heart thudded in my chest and I took a ragged gasping breath, feeling like I had been holding it for the past six centuries. I could feel blood rushing through my veins and warmth pulsing through my body again. Oh, no! I was alive again.

  “No!” I screamed, grabbing his hand with both of mine. “No! You can’t do this! Don’t take this away from me!”

  “Then heed me, daughter of mine,” he bit out. “Prove to me that you can wield the powers of the hunter and the Ancient, and I will leave you as you are. Otherwise, I will turn you human again and you will bear me a child to replace you.”

  “A child?” I stopped struggling as the horrible thought screamed through my brain. “But you said you were my father. It would be a monster.”

  “It wouldn’t be the first monster I’ve graced this world with.” Nick released me, and I slid down the side of the desk as my legs gave out. Sitting on the ground, I stared straight ahead, blind to the world around me.

  “Listen to me, Mira,” he said slowly, drawing my gaze back to his smiling face. With a wave of his hand, one of the silver-plated hourglasses that had been smashed to pieces reassembled itself in midair, leaving the black sand to collect perfectly in the upper glass chamber. Nick set the hourglass between my legs, tipping it so the sand ran into the empty chamber. “You’ve always felt like time was running out for you, and now you know why. I’m here and I’m waiting for you. Do as I ask and you shall be rewarded. Fail me and I shall make you human so that you can breed me a child to take your place. I will be watching, but remember, your time is running out.”

  Chapter Two

  Valerio found me sitting in the middle of my destroyed library, my eyes locked on the hourglass as I tried to will the sand to stop falling. My thoughts were a shattered wreck and I was left bobbing in the middle of the black sea, clinging to the one thing that I had been sure was impossible: Nick could turn me human again.

  After centuries of being a nightwalker, of endless nights of blood and violence, it was the one place where I felt I belonged. I was hated and feared by most of my kind, I had allies that would rather see me staked, but being a nightwalker was all I knew. It was home, and I couldn’t go back now.

  But my heart beat and blood rushed through my veins, if only for a moment. My lungs had burned until I took that first gasp of air, refilling them completely for the first time in far too many years. Worse still, my soul had been fully anchored within my frame as if it had settled back down in the hole that was now the home to the monster that craved the blood I fed on so frequently. For a flicker in time I’d been human again, and all I had felt was terror.

  “Mira?” Valerio whispered, glass crunching under the hard soles of his dress shoes as he stepped into the room. He had magically appeared, streaking across the vast distance from Venice to Savannah. And for the first time in my existence, I had sensed the swell of power before he appeared and knew exactly who it was. Nick had truly awakened something within me.

  Kneeling beside me, he slowly placed one hand on my shoulder, causing me to flinch. “Mira, are you all right?” I was wounded mentally and physically, and I needed time to heal and think, but I would get neither. Yet time was slipping away from me, and Valerio’s unexpected presence in my domain indicated there was a new problem that needed my unique attention.

  “Bring me Danaus,” I commanded in a low voice.

  “Is he the one that did this to you?” Valerio’s hand tightened on me even though there was no change in tone in his voice.

  “No. Bring him to me.”

  “Where is he?”

  My eyes fell shut and I reached out with my senses, letting my powers wash over the entire city of Savannah and the surrounding suburbs in a great wave. To my surprise, I found Danaus exactly where I had left him—at Factors Walk. Had only a couple minutes passed when it felt like years?

  Mira! came Danaus’s instant reply when he sensed my touch.

  Valerio is coming for you, I simply stated and then pulled quickly away, setting up mental barriers as I went. I didn’t want the hunter in my head, didn’t want him to know about the monster that seemed to b
e linked to my earliest beginnings, my weak pathetic human roots.

  “He’s at Factors Walk,” I said, shoving a mental image of the location into Valerio’s mind. The nightwalker jerked away at the unexpected invasion, releasing his hold on my shoulder, but I didn’t care. “Bring Danaus to me now.”

  Wordlessly, my longtime friend and companion stood and disappeared from sight. I had enough time to reach out and pick up the silver hourglass that rested between my bent legs before Danaus and Valerio reappeared. With a grunt, I flung the timepiece across the room, where it to shattered into hundreds of pieces, sending out a spray of black sand like a plume of deadly smoke.

  The hunter took one look at the room before grabbing a handful of Valerio’s white shirt and slamming him against the nearest wall. “What the hell have you done?” he snarled. Danaus’s powers bubbled up with his anger, filling the small, broken room with a warm haze of anger. This time, I felt as if I could reach out and touch those powers. And if I really wanted to, I could give them only the slightest shove and Danaus would boil Valerio’s blood. This new power carried with it a haunting temptation, like low-hanging fruit just waiting to be plucked.

  “He didn’t do anything,” I muttered, shaking my head as if to clear it from too many dark thoughts. Energies swirled around me like ghosts, each with its own demands and desires. “He found me like this.”

  Danaus released Valerio with a small shove and stepped over to me. Kneeling down, he placed one hand beneath my chin and forced me to lift my head. I knew what he saw. I was cut, battered, swollen, and bruised to the point of being barely recognizable. My clothes were shredded and I was covered in my own dried blood. From the moment that Nick had gotten me alone in my home, he had taken the time to beat me completely senseless so I didn’t have a chance at fighting back. Didn’t have a hope.

  “Is Gaizka gone?” I asked, unable to stop the tremble that slipped into my voice at the mention of the bori that tried to steal Danaus away.

  “It’s gone.” He cupped my face with both his hands and looked me in the eye. “You saw it. The doorway opened and Gaizka was drawn back inside. Caged. Gone forever.”

  My eyes fell shut as a tear slipped down my cheek. “Forever,” I repeated, bitterness eating away at the word before it could travel much farther than my lips. Forever seemed like such a pretty concept. Aurora and the naturi were supposed to be locked away from the world forever, but they escaped. Why couldn’t the horde of bori that were waiting in their own little holding pen break free as well?

  “What’s Gaizka?” Valerio asked.

  I turned my head toward the nightwalker, still resting my face in Danaus’s hands. His warmth was wrapped around me in a comforting embrace, and I wasn’t ready to leave it just yet and dive back into the cold brutal world that waited for me. “A bori who escaped. We locked it away again.”

  I opened my eyes to find Valerio standing with a somewhat blank expression. One hand was outstretched, with the tips of his fingers pressed to the doorjamb as if to steady himself as the room threatened to spin around him. I could easily guess that it was taking all of his strength and considerable willpower not to show the terror I knew was screaming away in his mind.

  The bori, along with the naturi, were our greatest enemies. Yet where the naturi were content to simply destroy us, the bori were determined to once again control us. They were, after all, the creators of all nightwalkers. Centuries ago the nightwalkers and the lycans locked away the bori and the naturi, but recently our prisoners had been escaping their bonds.

  “It’s gone?” Valerio asked in a breathless voice. “You’re sure it’s gone?”

  Pulling my face out of Danaus’s grasp, I rested my head against the desk behind me and closed my eyes. “It’s gone.”

  “It . . . Gaizka . . . did this?” Valerio inquired.

  “Yes,” I quickly said before Danaus could speak. It was a lie, but it was something I knew Valerio would easily believe. I still had no idea what I would tell Danaus when the time finally came, but for now neither man needed to know who had been in the library with me. I was trying to come to terms with it myself. I didn’t need to think about the repercussions of other people knowing.

  “But it’s gone now,” I said with a grunt as I tried to push to my feet. To my surprise, Danaus swept his arms beneath me and picked me up, cradling me against his large chest.

  “You need to rest,” he said firmly, starting to walk out of the room.

  “She needs to feed,” Valerio countered in a cold voice as he came to stand in front of the hunter, stopping him from taking me to whatever soft, comfortable location he had in mind. Bed sounded very nice. Feeding required more energy than I was willing to expend until the next evening.

  “But I’m not going to get either, because I need to know why you’ve suddenly shown up in my domain,” I said tartly, pinning Valerio with a dark gaze. “This isn’t a pleasure visit, is it?”

  “It’s always a pleasure to see you, Mira.” Valerio smiled, as some of the tension eased out of his strong shoulders. The destruction of the library, my appearance, and the mention of the bori had temporarily shaken up the nightwalker’s usual unflappable calm. But he now seemed to be settling back into his usual self of untouchable poise and charm.

  Laying my head against Danaus’s chest, I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, letting the soothing sound push back the pain. Valerio and I had some kind of business to discuss, and I had a dark feeling I knew who it involved. “Danaus, either put me down or put me in the parlor. There’s no rest for the wicked in this city.”

  A part of me half expected the hunter to simply drop me on my ass exactly where he stood, but I must have looked pretty damn bad because he carried me into the main parlor and gently settled me on the sofa while he took a nearby chair to my left. Valerio followed us silently into the room, which was impressive considering the creaky, hardwood floors, but then Ancients had all kinds of special skills that we younger ones could only dream about.

  Valerio walked over to the marble fireplace and turned around, his hands on his hips as he looked down at his feet, a frown toying with the corners of his lips. The nightwalker was weighing his words. If he was trying to be cautious, I knew it did not bode well for me.

  “Out with it,” I snapped. “You’re not here for Knox.” Yet even as I uttered the words, I felt a strange tightening in my chest at the thought of it. What if he was here to take back the nightwalker he had made centuries ago? Not only had I come to count on Knox to help me maintain the peace in my domain, but I also saw him as a good friend. I didn’t want Valerio to snatch him away from me.

  “No, this isn’t about Knox,” Valerio admitted with a shake of his head, sending a soft lock of hair down across his forehead. The nightwalker released a heavy sigh and stared at Danaus, who was frowning at him, looking distinctly uncomfortable. The last time he’d met Valerio, it had not been under the best circumstances. Both the naturi and the coven were trying to decide how to kill us, and Valerio was struggling to choose a side.

  “I think it would be best if we discussed this in private,” Valerio finally admitted, tearing his eyes away from the hunter to pin me with his dark gaze.

  “If this is about the coven, he can stay,” I grumbled as I slid into a sitting position. I gently placed my feet on the floor, feeling to see if my knee and leg were fully healed. Strength was returning to my battered frame and I felt that a lot of my aches and pains could be washed away with a hot shower. “Danaus has met the coven. He’s been through hell with me. He can stay to hear this.”

  At this, Valerio finally frowned at me. “Are you saying that you’ve finally taken a pet?”

  “No!” Danaus said, instantly lurching to his feet.

  “No,” I seconded in a softer, yet firm voice.

  “Then what, Mira? Are you saying he’s your equal? You, a member of the coven, are equal with a vampire hunter?” Valerio demanded, twisting the knife that he had plunged into my chest
when he started this conversation.

  I didn’t know how best to explain it. Danaus had walked through the fires of Hell with me, survived attacks from both naturi and bori. If this creature was going to continue to watch my back, I couldn’t keep secrets from him.

  “It’s complicated, Valerio. Let’s leave it at that.” Valerio gave me a skeptical look that implied far too much. Leave it. It’s not what you think, I told him again, in thought, which only earned me a slight grin. The nightwalker positively reveled in being a complete pain in the neck.

  Motioning for Danaus to return to his seat, I ran one hand roughly through my hair, pushing it out of my face. “Can we just get down to business?” I said to Valerio. “What does the coven want?” While Valerio had never mentioned it, I knew the coven was one of the few things that would drive the nightwalker out of the splendid comfort of the Old World into my domain.

  “They want you,” he stated, shoving his hands into his pockets as he leaned one shoulder against the mantel of the fireplace.

  “For what?” Danaus inquired.

  “They’re convening, aren’t they?” I asked, trying not to sound like I was whining, but I wasn’t succeeding too well.

  “Yes, and your presence has been ‘requested,’ ” Valerio said with an amused little sneer.

  Requested, my ass. The coven wanted to meet and have me officially inducted as a member. I had skipped some of the formalities when I joined the coven during the summer due to a desperate moment of need—if we were to have any chance at stopping the naturi. Jabari, one of the coven Elders, had been there to verify my petition, but I never received the official approval of the other two members of the coven. I had never given other nightwalkers a chance to challenge me. Hell, Our Liege could simply stop my ascent to the open seat by ripping my head off.