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blur.
    “Yes, let you live,” she hissed at his ear.
    “You are unused to this.” He traced across the room and stood, arms out, a hand on each
    side of the doorway. “As am I. We will find our way with this together. But you are my
    Bride.”
    She closed her eyes, struggling for calm. “You’re not my husband. And never will be.”
    “This can’t be random, Kaderin.”
    Enough. As she started for the door, she could sense apprehension building in him. They
    both knew the sun would protect her. All she had to do was get past him—
    Suddenly, she doubled over as sorrow for Dasha and Rika ripped through her like barbed
    wire dragged through her veins.
    “Kaderin?” He strode toward her. “Are you hurt?”

    Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) Gulping air, she shoved her hand out to stop him before he reached her, and forced herself
    to stand. All Valkyrie were related, but she and her two sisters had been born together.
    Triplets. Inseparable for one thousand years, until two had died in battle. Because of
    Kaderin’s weakness...
    “Kaderin, just wait—”
    She charged for the door, but he traced back to it and held his ground. She feinted left and
    ducked right, moving so fast she knew he couldn’t make out her form. As he blinked, she
    swooped around him, bringing the sword handle crashing back into his chest, deciding at
    the last minute not to crack his sternum.
    He gave a bellow of fury when she barreled past him. She darted down a rotting landing,
    toward the three sets of winding stairs, running through massive cobwebs so thick he must
    have traced through them for centuries.
    Half staggering, half tracing, he was right behind her as she bounded down the stairs. But
    she pushed a hand on the railing and vaulted over to the next flight of stairs, then once
    again to the ground floor.
    With a hoarse yell, he leapt down behind her, lunging for her. At the last second, she
    shimmied out of his grasp, reaching the heavy front doors. She burst through them,
    wrenching them off their rusted hinges and sending splinters arcing into the air.
    Even outside under the morning sun’s protective watch, she didn’t slow. She raced down
    the valley toward the village—ragged breaths, leaves crackling beneath her boots, the
    warmth of the light. Don’t look back.
    Tears blurred her vision as she fought not to sob. The sorrow ached as unbearably as it
    had when she’d collected and buried the... pieces of her sisters. She ran away as if to
    forget that last night, as if to leave that memory back at that desolate castle. Don’t look
    back...
    After the burial, she’d torn at her hair and clawed at her skin, alternately shrieking with
    fury and grief and yearning for the oblivion of death herself. Exhaustion finally rendered
    her unconscious, and in that heavy sleep, an unknown power had communicated with her
    as a voice in her mind, promising surcease from the pain yet deadening all of her emotions.
    Then, as now, the pain was unbearable. Just as she had before, she prayed for mercy.
    But none came. Had Kaderin been forsaken? Had she angered the mysterious power?
    Don’t look back. But she did.
    The vampire had followed her.
    4

    Val Hall Manor, New Orleans ,
    Home of the tenth of the twelve Valkyrie covens

    S ometimes Nikolai Wroth really hated his in-laws.
    He exhaled wearily as he accompanied his Bride, Myst the Coveted, to the expansive front
    porch of her former home. They’d just made it to the front steps when the first shriek
    sounded.
    He wasn’t surprised, having already learned that his mere vampiric presence would be
    enough to provoke this nest of Valkyrie.

    Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) Though he was a Forbearer, he was often 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