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hated as much as Horde vampires—natural-born vampires, a faction that had warred with the Valkyrie since the first days of the Lore. In addition to killing his Bride’s kind, Horde vampires often imprisoned them and fed nightly on their exquisite blood.
    He understood their hatred of the Horde, and as a Forbearer, he shared it, having battled against them since he’d become a vampire. But this mattered little.
    Another scream, and then more followed. Nikolai still was unused to his in-laws’ shrieks. They liked to scream. Yet even if they had been silent, he would know their rage over his sensed presence, because the Valkyrie produced lightning with emotion, and right now the yard was like a minefield of exploding bolts.
    The many copper rods planted all around the grounds couldn’t contain such an onslaught. The ancient oaks surrounding the manor were lashed with ribbons of lightning and gave up their smoke, thicker than the fog.
    Did anything smell as odd as burning moss?
    He shook his head to the sky but didn’t see the stars above him. No, his view was blocked by the wraiths the Valkyrie had paid to circle and guard the manor. The ghostly fiends howled their amusement down at him.
    Nikolai had no patience for them. A month ago, when he’d tried to trace into Val Hall to win Myst back, they’d caught him and thrown him so far he’d entered another parish. Nothing could penetrate their guard.
    With the wraiths, the lightning, the shrieks, and the smoke, it was no wonder other Lore creatures feared Val Hall almost as much as they feared the Valkyrie themselves. The fact that his beautiful wife had hailed from this place of madness always astounded him.
    Tonight she had coaxed him to trace them here to ask Nïx—the oldest Valkyrie and a soothsayer—to help them find his two younger brothers. He secretly thought this a fool’s errand. Nïx, or Nucking Futs Nïx as the coven called her, was rarely lucid and had a diabolical sense of humor. And Myst had been warned that Nïx was “in a pissy mood” this evening.
    In fact, all the Valkyrie he’d met were... eccentric. Even his wife, Myst, thought in ways he didn’t understand. And if Nïx was unmatched in Valkyrie madness... ?
    But he had to try. He couldn’t go on any longer wondering if Sebastian and Conrad were alive or dead. The last time he had seen his two youngest brothers, they were just about to leave Blachmount as newly turned vampires. They were both weakened and had gone half mad at the turning. Although three hundred years had passed, Nikolai did not delude himself into thinking that they had forgiven his offenses against them.
    He and Myst gained entrance past the wraiths the only way possible. She offered a lock of her hair as toll, and one swooped down for it. In exchange for the wraiths’ unfailing guard, the Valkyrie proffered their hair, which the wraiths wove into a braid. Once the braid attained a certain length, they could bend all living Valkyrie to their will for a short interval.
    Once inside the darkened manor, they passed the ultramodern movie viewing room. The Valkyrie were obsessed with movies, indeed with anything modern and ever-changing, whether it was technology, slang, fashion, or video games.
    A number had grudgingly accepted him now that he and Myst were married and because he’d helped save the life of Emmaline, a member of their coven. He’d even garnered permission—through blackmail—to enter their home at will, becoming the only vampire alive who’d seen the inside of this legendary place.
    From the viewing room, they crossed to the stairs and up to the second landing. Myst had explained that Val Hall was like a violent Lore version of a sorority house, complete with catfights and clothing thefts. At least twenty Valkyrie lived here at any given time.
    She stopped at a door with a sign painted to read “Nïxie’s Lair, Forget the Dog, Beware of Nïx.” Myst listened at the door, then knocked.
    “Who is it?”