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seemed to lumber in her chest now, and when she touched her neck, the vein rose. She could feel it beneath her skin, rising for what? As though she didn’t know. Rising for a sharp pair of fangs that belonged to a vampire.
    A specific vampire.
    A mastyr vampire, powerful, built, gorgeous, and weighed down with responsibility.
    That’s what she felt when she thought of Mastyr Ethan, that he bore the weight of Bergisson Realm like a stone strapped to his back.
    The moment images of him moved through her mind, however, her heart began to beat really hard, like nothing she’d ever known before. She dismissed the thought that she might be having a heart attack since her newly discovered faeness knew better. A need swept over her, to reach out to Ethan, to leave her house, to enter Bergisson, to find him and to feed him, just like in the vision, to offer up her blood as his blood rose.
    At the same time, she resented that she had these thoughts at all. She’d grown up knowing about the Nine Realms, and that one of them actually had an access point in her home town of Shreveport. But the most she’d ever felt about realm-folk was a sense of uneasiness she couldn’t explain.
    Now she knew why.
    She was one of them.
    She made her way to the workshop at the back of her house, where she designed her jewelry. Though she had a bachelor’s in sociology and she was working toward her masters, she made her living through selling her creations online and in the local shops. Her grandmother, part squirrel by nature, had left her an inheritance large enough to allow her a certain amount of freedom. Despite the fact that she had no family left, she considered herself blessed because she was free to pursue her own dreams when so many others couldn’t.
    She sat down at the small antique oak desk that had belonged to her mother and which had been her favorite, something her mother had given her, one of the few keepsakes from a family Samantha knew little about.
    Now she understood why her mother had refused, however gently, to talk about her family. How could she have when her parents had been fae? No, that couldn’t be right. Her father was human; his Louisiana heritage went on and on. This was about her mother, but she didn’t look fae. They had such pointed chins and strange ears. She’d seen her mother’s ears.
    The truth settled in on her in a terrible way that her mother’s ears had been altered to fit her new human life.
    Samantha felt ill. There were too many truths here to digest all at one time, too many new and frightening realities.
    As she sat down, the ladder back chair creaked like the floors. This was the place her mother had written her journals, a bunch of them, all locked up in a black lacquer box, which she pulled in front of her.
    “ What are you writing, mama ?” Samantha remembered asking her once.
    Her mother, Andrea Bergisse, had smiled but even then, even when Samantha had been young, she’d seen and felt her mother’s sadness.
    “ Oh, child, just my life story in case you need to read it one day. But wait until you feel a call to my journals, not before .” She’d had such a pretty Louisiana lilt.
    “ What do you mean ‘a call’?”
    “Somethin’ here, child.” She’d put her hand against her chest and patted with her fingers. “ Here. It’ll be like a soft vibration; a train whistle from a long ways away. You’ll know. Promise me now ”
    “I promise.”
    Funny, that in all these years, she’d kept the box in its locked up state, as though she’d known all along that what lay inside was not something she ever wanted to know.
    Yet, the time had come to look at the truth. She had a string of critical decisions to make, that much she understood, so she might as well get started. The sooner she figured things out, the sooner she could put this night behind her.
    She placed her hand on top of the box, now smooth and cool beneath her fingers, except this time she felt a new sensation, a