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"You'll have to trust me."

"Trust a vampire? I think not."

Eve stiffened. "My only goal coming here is to take Katya away. My vampire blood has a healing effect. One drop will cure her madness. So, if you don't mind, I would like to see her now."

"How do I know anything you've told me is the truth? What if you're an assassin sent by Balkathan to kill Katya? He wants her dead because she knows where he hides his lair." He ran an insolent, dark gaze over her. "You don't even look old enough to have a full grown daughter."

Angry and frustrated, Eve had had enough and she snapped!

* * * *

She moved so fast, all he saw was a blur. She sprung towards him and pulled his silver dagger from his waist, drawing it up to his neck. She bared her fangs and hissed up at his face, her eyes glowing red. "Proof enough I mean you no harm? If I did, you and your two guards behind me would already be dead. Now show me to my daughter!"

Drago raised a sharp hand to his guards. They were shifting, preparing to attack her and he growled at them to stop. "At ease!"

They grunted their response, reverting to their human form and Drago glared down at the undead beauty. "Your arrogance is astounding, wench. Men have been killed for lesser attempts on my life."

She tucked her incisors away and calmly handed him his dagger. "As I said, I mean you no harm." She took a step back and drew in a slow breath, releasing it as though all her energies were spent. "Please. I'm growing weary of this cat and mouse. I get it. You hate me because I'm a vampire." Her gaze flickered as though momentarily disturbed by some internal thought.

Drago's anger slowly evaporated as he watched her expression change. Was that sadness he detected?

"Well, I hate me, too," she said woodenly, "so let's move past this to a more important issue--
my daughter
. I can help her remember where Balkathan's lair is."

"How?" he asked. Curiously, he was more interested by what she'd said about hating herself. Hadn't he hated himself two hundred years ago when his castle had been attacked by Balkathan's army and he'd been turned?

"I can go into her thoughts. Vampires read minds and I can find her memories buried beneath her madness," she said quietly. "Please. Do we have a truce? We both want the same thing, the wellbeing of my daughter. I want to take her away with me and you want to know where Balkathan's lair is."

She was right. They did want the same thing. Katya's madness cured. He remained silent, staring at her.

He would be lying to himself if he didn't admit she intrigued him. She was powerful and arrogant, but there was something else he was beginning to discover about her that left him unsettled. For the first time, he sensed her sorrow, her pain. A small part of him deep inside stirred and reawakened. He understood that pain.

Clenching his jaw fiercely, he ordered harshly, "Follow me."

Chapter Two

Eve stared at his massive frame as she followed him, his two guards directly behind her. She didn't blame them for walking so close at her heels. After all, she
had
pointed a silver dagger on the king's neck.

She flicked her gaze over Drago's impressive form and admired his arrogant and confidant stride. He was over six feet by a head, his royal tunic accentuating his chiseled arms, along with his flat, trim abdomen and his long muscular legs. The man was huge and she could only imagine how ferocious he must look in his Lycan form.

She was certain he was going to shift after she had pressed the dagger to his neck, but he hadn't so much as budged. All he'd done was stare down at her with a curious mixture of shock and annoyance on his face. She stared at the back of his head. His hair was black and looked like he'd spent the better part of the morning running an agitated hand through it.

She couldn't deny he was a handsome man and it had taken all her efforts to ignore his thrilling presence. She'd almost forgotten she wasn't human and had actually felt
something
. She pushed her disturbing thoughts away and glared at his back. Hadn't he called her a vile creature? That was hardly a comment from a man who found a woman attractive.

Drago stopped and turned around. "Katya's chamber is at the end of this corridor."

Abruptly, he turned away and strode down the hall before she could say a word. Eve scrunched her lips, trying to ignore the thick energy between them. She'd sensed it the moment she'd greeted him at the door.

Lycans were mating predators and she was starting to feel the effect of his beast's energy. She couldn't wait to take Katya and get the hell out of here.

She scowled. A mere gaze from his black eyes was all it took to produce nervous flutters in her stomach. She'd never felt this powerful attraction for any of the lovers she had taken the past four hundred years, not even for Caleb. At the thought of Katya's father, she immediately sobered.

He was a kind and gentle man who died too soon.

She inhaled slowly, knowing he was better off dead than living her hellish existence.

Drago stopped in front of a massive door and she pushed her disturbing thoughts aside. The royal guard standing next to the door opened it and the king stepped aside for Eve to pass. She gave the guard a cold look and then raised a brow at Drago. His mouth tensed. Satisfied that she had made her silent point that her daughter
was
more prisoner than guest, she walked into the room and looked around. She grimaced with pain as she stepped into a beam of sunlight. She snatched her seared hand back into the shadows and groaned.

"Can you…can you close the drapes?" she asked Drago. The agonizing throb on her thumb ebbed and she gritted her teeth, waiting for the pain to subside. Dammit, why wasn't she more careful? She had to pay more attention to her surroundings.

His dark gaze dropped to her hand and he strode to the windows and dragged the thick drapes together. Then he went to the dresser and lit the brass candelabra.

With grim determination on his face, he strode to her side and took her hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. She held her breath, staring up at him. He inspected the small scar forming on her thumb and she saw something wild leap at the back of his eyes.

"Will it go away?" he asked roughly.

"No. Vampires are severely allergic to the sun. We scar forever. And if our entire body is in direct sunlight for a lengthy period of time, we…" she paused, "burn."

A sound from the corner of the room drew her attention and she gasped, watching her daughter coming out of an adjoining chamber. Her scar completely forgotten, she stared at Katya and froze.

She looked terrible! Not the lovely beauty Eve remembered, but a gaunt woman with dark circles under hollow eyes and listless, long brown hair. Eve's heart thudded in her breast. Dear God, what happened to her child!

Katya muttered beneath her breath. "Dammit! Get off me!" She brought her hands up and dragged her nails along her cheeks and neck, leaving long, red scratches.

Eve let out a strangled sob and rushed to her side. "No!"

Her daughter turned and stared at her. "Who are you?"

Eve froze. There was no recognition in Katya's eyes and for the first time Eve was frightened. She saw the scratches on Katya's neck and face fade and she swallowed hard. "It's me, your mother. Dear God, what's happened to you," she said shakily. "Oh my God! My baby."

"My mother is dead. Is this a joke?" Katya threw Drago a dark look. "What are you up to?"

Eve snapped her gaze to Drago, but he wasn't looking at Katya. He was looking at her. "It appears you have a problem," he said quietly.

Her eyes burned with tears and she stiffened at the brief flash of pity she saw on his face. Angrily, she brought her hand up to her face and wiped an errant tear.

She turned to her daughter. "No, I don't have a problem," she said firmly. "I haven't spent two years looking for her to give up now." She gritted her teeth. She knew what she had to do and she wasn't looking forward to it. Going into another's mind was exhausting. Worse, she hated it because she was violating them.

Yet, in this instance, she had no choice. She had to see for herself what was going on in Katya's mind. Faster than a bolt of lightning streaking the sky, she sprung to her daughter and grabbed her face. Katya growled, her eyes turning amber and Eve knew she was beginning to shift, but it was too late. Eve had already locked into her mind and had sedated her before she could shift. She heard Drago suck in a harsh breath.

"Your Highness, how does she do that?" the guard standing by the door asked. "I've never seen anyone move so fast."

"Quiet," Drago ordered. "And stand guard! Her speed is no match for Katya's strength, so be prepared to attack if Katya shifts."

Eve wanted to tell him her daughter was under too deep of a trance to even bat an eye, but she refrained. She needed to concentrate and dig past the mayhem she was encountering in Katya's mind.

She saw images dancing in her mind's eye--all of herself in her daughter's memories-- embracing Katya, playing with her, brushing her hair, kissing her goodnight. She also observed other images of Eve teaching Katya the art of combat, showing her how to wield a sword and how to use a bow and arrow.

Eve's eyes stung with tears, but she kept on, pressing further into her daughter's mind as she remembered the night Balkathan's army attacked them.

Their village never stood a chance. Eve swallowed hard, ignoring the searing pain in her head as the memory resurfaced.

She told Katya she wouldn't be long as she went into the nearby woods to feed, but by the time she'd returned, she'd seen the bloody aftermath of Balkathan's attack. Villagers lay dead with their throats torn while all the houses burned with raging fires. A few remaining Lycans stayed behind, destroying what was left of the village and she attacked them as her heart raced with real fear.

Where was Katya?

The five remaining Lycans had been no match for her. She was a four-hundred-year-old vampire who had survived many wars, had fought many battles. She threatened the last surviving Lycan with a slow painful death if he didn't tell her where Balkathan had taken his prisoners.

The Lycan had laughed cruelly. "It's too late, demon bitch. All the prisoners have been turned. The men are going to his army barracks and the women will serve in his harem."

Before he could say another word, Eve had plunged her silver dagger into his chest. She searched for Katya frantically that night, amidst the debris and smoke and dead bodies, but couldn't find her.

Despair and fear filled her as she realised her daughter was one of the prisoners. Her daughter's beauty was unmatched and Eve realised with dread only a fool wouldn't place her in his harem--and Balkathan was no fool.

Eve inhaled sharply, opening her eyes as she stared at Katya's serene expression. She closed her eyes again and went deeper into her daughter's mind. She saw the suffering her daughter had endured in Balkathan's lair--the torture, the repeated rapes from Balkathan's wolves. Eve felt sick and dug deeper to see if Balkathan had raped her daughter. He hadn't. She almost sagged with relief.

The other women in the harem had accepted their fate, but Katya had fought back, bravely and courageously until the rapes had stopped and Balkathan had sent her to isolation in a dark and filthy place. Katya was starved. She wasn't allowed to bathe. She was given hardly any water to drink. In addition, her cell was filled with night crawlers of all kinds--crickets, worms, ants. A rage grew in Eve's stomach, rising to her breast, choking her. She wanted to kill that demon bastard for what he'd done!

No wonder her daughter had gone mad.

Slowly, she retreated from Katya's mind, placing her deeper in sleep at the same time. When she withdrew completely, she looked over her shoulder to the guard. "Help me put her in bed," she said huskily.

The guard rushed forward and lifted Katya in his arms while Eve drew back the covers. He laid her down and she covered her daughter. She blinked rapidly, refusing to cry as she stared at the sleeping woman who was once a happy, vibrant beauty with her whole life ahead of her.

Eve bent down and kissed Katya on the forehead, whispering, "I love you." She straightened, drawing in a long, shaky breath.

"Are you all right?" Drago asked deeply.

She gasped and spun around. He was standing directly behind her, his expression unreadable except for the telltale muscle working along his jaw.

She didn't respond as she removed her dagger from her belt and slit her wrist. Drago cursed roughly and grabbed her hand. He pressed his palm on her cut.

She looked up at his handsome face darkening with concern. "You're confusing me for a mortal woman," she said coldly. "I am neither, not mortal, nor a woman. I'm a vile creature, remember? Let me go."

His mouth was grim as he let go of her hand and she turned to her daughter. Leaning over her, Eve placed her wrist on her daughter's mouth and let a few droplets of blood touch her lips. Katya murmured in her sleep and her tongue flicked over her lips, licking the blood. Satisfied, Eve drew back.

"Go get Hesta," Drago ordered his guard. "Quick! Tell her she must stitch a cut."

"It's not necessary," Eve said. She lifted her wrist and they both watched her wound slowly fade and disappear. "It will take my daughter a day before her madness disappears. I've made sure she sleeps the whole time. She'll be ravenous when she awakens, so you must make sure there is plenty for her to eat." She stepped away from him. "I will take my leave now." She then went for the door.

"The housekeeper will prepare a chamber for you," he said abruptly.

She turned to look at him. "I won't be staying."

"Where do you think you're going? You must be here when your daughter awakens."

"I must go."

"You don't strike me as the kind of woman who gives up."

Her eyes welled with tears and she inhaled sharply. "I haven't given up," she said. "I know where Balkathan hides and I'm going to his lair to kill him."

Chapter Three

Without saying another word, she left Katya's chambers. Drago cursed roughly and followed her into the corridor, grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. Her expression was defiant as she glared up at him. Her eyes welled up and a tear rolled down her cheek. She brushed it away furiously.