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and an iron will which rivaled her father’s in every way, which was probably the source of her growing antics. Antics that outraged her father, but why should she care what he thought when he didn’t care enough to treat her like a living, breathing person who bore half his genetics? And with those genes he had given her, she matched him rage-to-rage and fist-to-fist across the spectrum.
    “This is my home, Miriam, and you—”
    “That’s right.” Miriam sat back and threw her napkin on her plate of cuisine. “I’m just some stray dog you took in. I should be grateful you even allow me to live here.”
    “Goddamn it, Miriam!” Her dad glared at her.
    For most people, his stern frown was enough to send them yipping in the opposite direction with their tails tucked between their legs and fear in their eyes, but Miriam wasn’t like most people. Not anymore, anyway. At one time, she had reacted to her father with fear, too, but those days were over. With narrowed eyes and crossed arms, she glared right back at him.
    “What? Not used to someone talking to you like they have a pair of balls? Funny that it takes a female to remind you what courage sounds like, isn’t it? You’re spending too much time with your, ahem, liaisons and counselors, Father. You’ve forgotten what it sounds like when someone actually has a spine.” She pushed away from the table, and this time she wasn’t going to let her father pull her back in. Conversation over.
    “Miriam. Miriam!”
    She waved over her shoulder, her Manolo Blahniks clicking over the hardwood floors, and stared down the guards who stepped in front of her to block the exit again.
    “Get out of my way or lose your jewels.” She hit them with a downward glance aimed at their crotches.
    As her father continued shouting at her from the table, neither guard budged, their faces still as stone and their eyes full of dark resolve.
    “Suit yourself.” She feinted as if she was going to roundhouse the guard on the left. When he ducked, she leaped and somersaulted like a graceful cat, punching the other guard in the face as he tried to catch her.
    “Bring her back here!” Her father’s voice bellowed through the entire house.
    As soon as her feet landed on the opposite side of the guards, she kicked off her designer shoes, turned, and sprinted down the hall, leaving those lackeys behind. After all, she did have her father’s genes. The guards would never catch her.
    Leaping and dematerializing, she instantly reappeared on the landing at the end of the main foyer and darted down a long hallway as the guards struggled to keep up. Breezing through her room, she grabbed her coat, another pair of shoes, her keys, and her bag, then burst onto her balcony before jumping four stories to the ground below. Security from all over the house was after her by now, but they would never catch her. They never did. She was too smart, too fast, too strong. Not even her own father could tie her down anymore.
    Materializing into the driver’s seat of her Jaguar, she cranked the engine and gunned it, top down and sound system blaring.
    The wind whipped her long hair around her face, and she quickly pulled it back in a ponytail, driving with her knee. Then she floored it. Destination South Side.
    Destination Cobalt, more like it. She needed the cobalt. Cocaine, heroin, meth. Miriam had tried them all, but that shit didn’t work on vampires. At least not in the way she needed it to. Nothing helped ease her except cobalt. Dream-inducing, stress-relieving, take-me-away cobalt. It was the only thing that enabled her to deal with the shitty life Fate had racked up for her.
    Damn it, but she just wanted to be herself. She only wanted to live her own life, but her fucking father and everyone else in that prison she called a home refused to let her.
    After nabbing her cell from her bag, she punched in Persephone’s speed dial and pulled the phone to her ear.
    “Hey you!” Persephone said.
    Miriam