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for their nourishment and his own entertainment.
    “Get to your room,” he growled softly, angry at himself for losing control, angry at allowing her to break into his barriers.
     
    Without a word, she scurried back up the stairs.  Daegon watched her go, his anger dissipating but the eager arousal still thudding in his groin.  He lied to himself, as he always did.
     
    In the shadows, he heard a woman’s whispering voice.  A taunting song filled the hall, spidery words of a language long dead.  She sang to him, as she did every night.
     
    Tonight, the words pierced him with bittersweet longing … a longing to change the destiny he had created for himself so long ago in one act of unforgivable cruelty.  But it was not to be.
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Cerise slammed the door behind her and rushed to the wash stand, set the pitcher on the floor, and pulled the stand along until she could push it in front of the door.  She tried the handle but couldn’t budge the door open.  Satisfied he could no longer sneak into her room, she threw back the curtains surrounding her bed and collapsed on top of it.  Her hands shook, and she clasped a pillow to combat the agitation flooding her.
     
    She lay still, waiting for the achy trembles to subside.  Her womanhood felt unbearably slick from what he’d done to her.  She breathed shakily in remembrance, hoping to never see him again.
     
    She didn’t know why he’d stopped, but she was thankful.  With a few practiced moves, he’d made her mad to feel his touch.  She couldn’t handle such desperation.  It was unlike her to need something so badly.  And she knew exactly what it was he made her crave.  The ache between her legs begged to be satisfied.  She’d seen what happened in Raedan when night stole over the household.  The servants and soldiers satisfied carnal needs in any dark corner they could find.  Some became heavy with child.
     
    Was Daegon Erlansson even capable of fathering a child?  Would he create demon spawn such as himself, creatures that drank blood to survive?
     
    No matter how human he looked, she could not forget he was a creature of evil.  His actions this night reinforced that fact.
     
    She simply had to find some way of escaping him.  Surely he would sleep some time, and without his guard, she would leave.  She was fairly certain there was no one else in the castle.  For all its beauty, there was something hauntingly cold about its halls, an emptiness that defied description.
     
    If she didn’t know better, she would swear it was haunted.  She shuddered, hugging the pillow tight to her chest.  But it was haunted—by the undead.
     
    The set of her thoughts brought her no comfort, only more questions and unease.  She knew this place would drain her of life force, even if he did not.
     
    Cerise stood from the bed and strode to the window, looking out on the nightscape.  As far as she could see under the pale light, there were nothing but woods for miles.  She had no notion how far it was to reach home, or even what direction Raedan lay in.  She’d wanted to help her sister but realized now, she needed her own hero to sweep her away.  Of course, Cerise had no intention of waiting for rescue.  She would have to take care of herself.
     
    Bianca was the eldest, and she felt if anyone could survive in a harsh environment, it would be her.  As to herself, she didn’t intend to remain in the vampire lord’s castle for long.
     
    Her stomach gave a loud rumble, and she rubbed it absently, wondering how long she’d been there.  The last thing she remembered eating had been luncheon, and then she’d lost her horse soon after, along with her supplies.
     
    She would need to replenish her supplies for her trip and, if possible, find some means of conveyance.  At the least, she had to find sturdy slippers, a coat, and another gown to protect her from the chill settling on the land.  She wondered how much she could gather