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littered the streets of St. Giles. And that he was quite willing to kill without remorse to achieve his goal.
    The realization hardened his determination.
    He would not allow Miss Kingly to be harmed. For once in his existence he possessed a true responsibility. He would not fail.
    Waiting until he was certain that the maiden was on her way home, Lucien silently stepped from the shadows and confronted the vampire with a mocking smile.
    â€œMy, my, Amadeus,” he drawled. “How terribly clever of you to save Miss Kingly in such a daring manner. But then, you have always been clever.”
    With a smooth motion Amadeus turned to confront him, a cold glitter in his pale eyes.
    â€œAh, Lucien, I have been expecting you.” Lucien narrowed his gaze in dislike. He had always found the vampire a pompous, ill-humored man. He was also cruel in nature and took unpleasant delight in causing pain in others.
    Unfortunately he was also cunning and dispassionate. Two qualities that would ensure that he would not make a foolish mistake.
    Keeping his guard raised, he leaned against the derelict gin house and folded his arms over his chest.
    â€œPoor Molly. I do not suppose she ever realized that she was being butchered just so you would have an excuse to insinuate your way into Miss Kingly’s life?”
    The thin lips curled into a humorless smile. “In truth she revealed little interest in the reasons for her torture. Like most humans, she was predictably swift to succumb to her terror. They can be so tediously mundane.”
    â€œAn unfortunate tendency of being mortal, I have discovered.”
    â€œYes.” Amadeus gave a mockingly sorrowful sigh.
    â€œAnd as I was pressed for time, I was forced to be wretchedly clumsy. Her throat, I fear, was quite mangled and her head barely remained attached.”
    Lucien refused to be goaded into revealing his revulsion. He did not doubt Amadeus was deliberately attempting to prod for some response.
    â€œMy sympathies. I know how you dislike a messy kill.”
    Amadeus gave a delicate shiver. “I do. Unlike Tristan and Drake, who have joined me in the battle for the Medallion, I do not allow bloodlust to make me into a savage. It is only a means to a greater power.”
    â€œThat is no doubt a great comfort to Molly,” Lucien drawled.
    The false vicar gave an indifferent shrug. “Sacrifices must be made.”
    â€œWhy?” Lucien demanded.
    â€œI beg your pardon?”
    Lucien slowly pushed himself from the wall. “As you said, you are unlike Tristan and Drake. You have never placed yourself forward to be considered as a member of the Great Council, nor sought privilege for your undoubted powers. You are a scholar. Why are you here?”
    Amadeus smiled in a condescending manner. “I am a seeker of knowledge, not a scholar,” he corrected Lucien. “I do not read the words of others or endlessly debate philosophy with those of lesser intelligence. I search for the truth in all its various forms. An impossible task when I was imprisoned behind the Veil.”
    His arrogance would have been astonishing to all but those acquainted with Amadeus. He rarely disguised his sense of superiority over all others.
    â€œYou find truth in the killing of mortals?”
    An odd glitter abruptly entered the pale eyes. “Actually I believe that there must be a startling clarity that can be found when confronted by impending death. What other moment can offer such a rare opportunity to thrust aside all frivolous distractions so that one is allowed to concentrate on the meaning of life? As an Immortal I am denied such a moment of enlightenment, so I search for it among the humans. For all their weaknesses, they must gain some knowledge in that final breath. Now that my experiments can continue, I possess great faith that I shall uncover the most fascinating revelations. It is all a matter of discovering the proper mortals for my