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left her feeling so emotional and human.
    “We haven’t done anything.” Bridon’s husky voice brought goose bumps to the surface of her skin. “You forced the collar upon yourself. Tell me which of you is Willow, and I’ll remove the collars and send the rest home.”
    “Just like that?” she huffed mockingly.
    His heady voice dropped an octave, taunting her, enticing her, tempting her . “Just like that.”
    “And I’m supposed to trust you, vampire? Your kind are born deceivers and manipulators. The words that spill from your lips have no value, no meaning, and zero worth. The moment I accepted anything from you, I’d be bled dry. When you finished with me, you’d do the same to the rest.”
    He hesitated before he asked solemnly, “You truly believe that?”
    His voice was like a full-blown aphrodisiac that sent a trail of scorching flame to the erogenous zones in her body. She could feel her sensitized nipples pressing painfully against the lace beneath her leather suit. Her panties had become damp with need. Damn him and the Fates ! This was something she was intended to feel for her mate, an alpha Lycae like herself, not a vampire. She bit her tongue and concentrated on the reasons she could never tell him who she was.
    “Absolutely,” she replied with conviction, digging her fingernails into her palm. “Without question.”
    Willow jolted upright when a recognizable ear-piercing wail of agony ricocheted down the hall. Bridon vanished from the door. She leaped from the bed and rushed to the bars. She glanced left and right, taking note of the blank faces chosen to accompany her that appeared one by one at the doors to their cells.
    “Let me out of here!” Willow raged, grasping the silver bars, and bore the burn as her skin heated painfully. “Let me out!”
    Amber’s screams were appalling, radiating misery and anguish, and were combined with the frantic whispers of Bridon and Ian as they argued back and forth. Willow weighed her options, smothered by panic. Her greatest fear was manifesting, becoming reality, the only thing with the power to break her vow.
    Her closest friend was suffering. Because of her.
    The screams abruptly ceased, becoming quiet whimpers. Willow pressed her face against the cool metal and winced as the silver branded her cheek. She ignored the burning sensation as concern overrode pain. Ian exited the cell with a thin collar in hand and stomped toward her door. Willow stumbled away, narrowing her eyes. Without her Wolven half, she was defenseless.
    Ian pulled the door open and snarled, “Is her anonymity worth it to you?” Then he grasped her by the arm and pulled her from the cell, demanding, “Is it worth dying for?”
    He thrust her before him into another chamber, and she nearly collided with Bridon. He reached to steady her, but she shifted at the last possible moment, veering away to avoid his damned near irresistible frame. Amber was curled into a tight ball in the middle of the cot. Her eyes were slammed shut, and her face was ghastly white. She clutched her stomach, trembling, as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks.
    Willow rushed for the shoddy bed, collapsing to her knees. “What happened?”
    “She’s reacting adversely to the collar. She can’t tolerate the magik,” Ian answered harshly. “If we hadn’t removed it, it would have tortured her mercilessly.”
    Willow reached for Amber. Her friend’s skin was heated, her cheeks were flushed, and perspiration beaded her brow.
    “The time has come for difficult choices.” Bridon’s warning came from just behind her. Willow closed her eyes, exhaling jaggedly. “You will tell me which of you is my Fated, or so help me, this collar will go back on. If my Chosen is harmed in the process, it will be on your conscience. You leave me with little choice in the matter.”
    “Choice?” she snarled between clenched teeth and turned her head to glare at him. “You have a choice! You can set us free and forget