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all about your ridiculous conquest. You’re not wanted, vampire. Accept it and move on! Your Fated doesn’t want you!”
    If her words struck home, he didn’t give any indication. Staring directly into her furious eyes, he stated simply, “She will.”
    Willow gazed down at Amber as she spoke, unwilling to meet his gaze. “You can’t possibly believe that. You are disgusting to us—vile, reprehensible. We’d rather die with a smile on our face and take our chances with the Fates before submitting to you.”
    “Be that as it may, you will tell me what I want to know.”
    She whipped her head around to look at him. “Is that another threat? You’re pretty fucking good at making them.”
    Willow studied Bridon warily as he followed Ian from the room and pushed the door closed behind them. Then he peered past the bars, meeting her gaze, and his haunted silver eyes caused her stomach to churn.
    “No.” He exhaled the word, sounding oddly deflated. “Come the dawn, that’s a promise.”

Chapter Four
     
    Willow watched over Amber, remaining impatient, edgy, and unnerved. Her friend lost consciousness after the vampires left. While she couldn’t see outside, she knew hours had passed since her capture, and soon the sun would rise.
    Father should have been here by now.
    Cursing softly, she rose from her place beside the cot and started pacing the enclosed space. She wasn’t lying when she told Nox her people had a plan. It was simple, really. If the child was where the oracles indicated, they would take him and depart. If something went wrong, they would allow themselves to be taken, and the homing charm attached to her necklace would lead them to her. She walked to the door and peered past the bars. Her companions had remained quiet, waiting just as she did. Thus far, none of the blood drinkers had returned—including Bridon.
    Damn it, stop thinking of him! she thought, outraged for lusting after the vampire king. If not for her shade, Bridon would know of her identity easily enough. The scent of her arousal had to be heavy in the air, and a vampire’s senses were equally as heightened as a Lycae’s. Her father would be mortified and ashamed if he learned of her weakness, telling her she was no better than her brother.
    Amber moaned softly, and Willow turned from the bars and went to her side. Her friend’s color was better, her skin tone no longer red or overheated.
    “Sister,” Amber groaned, opening her eyes to reveal dulled caramel irises.
    Caressing her forehead, Willow whispered, “I’m here.”
    “They can’t put that collar back on.” Amber swallowed, licking her parched lips. “We can’t let them. Promise me.”
    Nodding was an automatic response intended to give comfort but little else. There was nothing she could do to stop the leeches from returning the collar to her friend’s throat.
    “It will kill the baby.”
    Willow went stock-still. “Baby?”
    Amber bobbed her head weakly. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
    Willow felt ill. Bile rose from her stomach and coated the back of her throat. Amber and her mate, Dominic, had been trying for a baby for nearly a decade. She bent her head close to prevent the nearby females from listening in.
    “Does Dom know?”
    Amber shook her head and closed her eyes, exhaling softly. “He never would have let me leave if he did.”
    “Damn it,” she growled, hating how weak her voice had become. “You should have told me. This changes everything.”
    “No, it doesn’t. We still have a mission to finish. Our people will arrive soon, and the entire lot of blood drinkers will burn.”
    “And when they return with the collar? What would you have me do then? Watch while it slowly destroys the child in your womb? I agreed to see any of those in my group perish, but I will not be responsible for the death of an innocent.”
    “We don’t have long to wait. We merely have to bide our time.” Amber’s eyes rotated, conveying an unspoken message.