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new meal the next night, she’d joined in on the rape.
    A month later, her father had proclaimed her ready to approach Luukas. He will not be able to resist you! he’d announced.
    But he’d been wrong.
    Luukas had stared at her like she had grown two heads when she’d finally gained an audience with him, demanding to know where she had come from, and who had turned her.
    Taking off her dress, she’d offered him her body, explaining to him how her father had prepared her to rule by his side, and to please him in bed. Swiftly getting over his shock, Luukas had ordered her to dress herself, and gently but sternly told her that her father was horribly misguided.
    He’d apologized for her suffering, and told her he would have removed her from the household if he had known what had been happening there.
    He’d called a female vampire who lived in his building, and had her take Leeha to her home to live until he’d dealt with her father.
    A week later, he’d burned her father to death in the mountains outside of Seattle. 
    Grabbing her hairbrush, she brushed her hair up off of her neck with angry strokes, securing it with a clip. Admiring her reflection in the mirror, a small smile suddenly turned up the corners of her lips.
    “If you’re going to spy on me,” she chided, “you may as well come over here and help me get out of this gown.”
    After a moment, Josiah, her young apprentice, crept out from where he’d been lurking in the bathroom. “I’m sorry, mistress. I was only in here checking that you have everything you need when you walked in. You surprised me is all, and it seemed like you wanted to be alone.”
    She followed his movements in the mirror as he came up behind her and unzipped her gown. If his skin hadn't been so dark, she would’ve sworn he was blushing.
    “It’s all right, Josiah. You can help me with my bath.”
    His eyes flew up to meet hers in the mirror, before he quickly dropped them again. But not before she'd seen his complete adoration for her.
    “Anything you need.”
    Kicking off her heels, she stood and sashayed into the bath, the bare skin of her back tingling under his scorching gaze. Josiah was her greatest admirer, she knew, and he was often useful. However, he still had so much to learn.
    Turning on the water, she added some lavender to her oversized tub, inhaling the calming scent before dealing with his actions earlier.
    “What I need,” she told him, as she came back into the room, “is someone who doesn’t flee in fear from a hateful look.”
    Josiah hung his head in shame. “You’re right, of course. I don’t know why I let him get to me. It’s not like he can hurt me.”
    She caressed his cheek with her cold fingers. “No, he can’t. I wouldn’t let him. You are too important to me.”
    Clenching his jaw, he lifted his head, a challenge in his brown eyes. “If I’m so important, what do you need him for? We should remove the witch’s protection of fire and just leave him in the sun to burn. It’s been seven years , Leeha. He’s not going to change his mind. I can rule alongside you. No one will ever be more loyal or love you more than I do.”
    “We’ve discussed this, Josiah,” she told him curtly. “I need him. He’s over six hundred years old, and is the most powerful Master vampire of our time. Whatever example he leads, the rest of our kind will follow."
    She looked him up and down, "Do you really think anyone would follow you ? You’re nothing as far as vampires go. You’re barely ten years old. What good is that to me and my plans?”
    Josiah looked away, the muscle in his jaw jumping in anger.
    With a burdened sigh, she softened her tone. “Don’t be cross with me. I’ll let you burn him again tomorrow if it will make you feel better.”
    “Can I whip him too?” he asked petulantly.
    She smiled, “Of course. He’ll heal. A little more slowly these days, but he will.” She left him then to go turn off the bath water. “Come, my love.