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befriend her.
    Without another thought the window shattered, English Ivy grew up the walls, vines from the willow tree outside weaved inside and around Kimberley, yanking her away from the small girl she meant to harm. Blood ran down the girl’s neck, and Marsha ran to her, covering the wounds. Suzanne, who was now next to girl, sealed the wounds, and turned her attention towards Lissa.
    The room grew quiet, even the girl’s whimpers had calmed. Kimberly kept her mouth shut, as Jaycee moved next to Lissa, and placed her hand into her’s, squeezing it. The Ivy crept further into the room, up the walls, almost covering every inch. Some of the vines from the willow tree tightened around Kimberly’s neck, as Lissa glared at the hateful woman.
    “Lissa, you need to stop. You’ll regret killing her.” Jaycee whispered.
    “No I won’t. She carries the Bloods’ mark. Look on her inner wrist, Suzanne, and if I’m not mistaken it’s Franco’s mark. If she carries his mark, he’s close. I wouldn’t be surprised if he and his goons were the ones who attacked your friends, Jaycee.” She glanced at Jaycee.
    “I’ve learned a few things being their prisoner for so long, and she’s not Castor’s blood mate. I am.”
    Jaycee shook her head. “The Bloods might be cruel and dangerous, but they would not be able to sneak up on Jack and Belinda. Their cats alone would be able to smell and sense the enemy if close by.”
    She moved closer to where Kimberly was securely attached to the wall, a vine wrapped around each limb and her neck. “How long have you been able to communicate with plants, Lissa?” Jaycee grinned and ran her hand over the vine glancing back at her, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.
    Lissa shrugged, the other women went about getting food ready as the plants receded from the room, except for the vines that held Kimberly.
    “I noticed little things when I was first turned, but said nothing to anyone. As a child my mother and father would always find me outside either in a tree or walking in our garden. I could talk to them even then, it was as if they understood me and I did them. I guess that is why our garden always did so well.” She smiled, hopping to cheer up Jaycee a little.
    “You would be right about the Bloods, if they were human anymore, but most of them are not. The last few weeks I was held in captivity, I noticed things were different.”
    Suzanne came up next to them and handed Jaycee her croissant. “Eat, both of you. How different? Where they like us, or shifters like Jaycee and Shelia?” Suzanne munched on her croissant when Dominic, Remi, Nikola and Castor came into the room and stopped. Each man glanced at Kimberly, then at Lissa, since the vines had seemed to migrate from her.
    Jaycee nudged her with her elbow. “Go on, ignore them, they can listen. This is important.” She took Lissa’s hand and led her away from Kimberly. Both of them stepping over the vines that were still there, as they moved towards the kitchen table.
    Jaycee nodded to the chair next to her and she sat with Suzanne, pulling the chair out at the table. Cecil and the other woman hovered about while Marsha helped the girl up and out of the room.
    “At first, I noticed a couple of the Bloods had been turned to vampires, but then some were something altogether different. There was one there, the girls called him…”
    “Hombre del Diablo, I remember him…” Suzanne hugged her arms around herself. “That thing was creepy, even for a Blood. All the girls would hold their breath, and pray his attention wouldn’t be on them.”
    Lissa nodded, as Dominic picked up Suzanne and sat down on her seat with her on his lap. His arms around her tight… if only…
    Gentle, strong arms, lifted her up startling her out of her thoughts, but all too soon she relaxed. Nikola’s scent drifted to her, relaxing her as nothing ever did. He held her the same way as Dominic now held Suzanne.
    “Go on. Parvus Papilio, finish