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was soft, just a meek little whisper coming through the gaps in the logs. “Rennie…is that you?”

    “Yes, mouse,” Renata answered. She moved up to the head of the bed and rested her cheek against the rounded timber of the wall. “It’s me. What are you doing still awake?”

    “I don’t know. Couldn’t sleep.”

    “More nightmares?”

    “Uh-huh. I keep…seeing him. That bad man.”

    Renata sighed, hearing the hesitation in the soft admission. She thought about the warm bath that was only a few minutes out of her reach. It was a welcome solitude she needed more than anything at times like this, when the aftermath of her psychic ability—the very thing that had spared her life two years ago on this plot of remote, wooded land—
    seemed determined to kick her ass.

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    “Rennie?” came Mira’s quiet voice again. “Are you still there?”

    “I’m here.”

    She pictured the innocent face through the knotted pine. She didn’t have to see the child to know that Mira had probably been sitting there in the darkness all this time, waiting to hear Renata come back so she wouldn’t feel so alone. She’d been pretty shaken up the past few days—
    understandably, given what she’d witnessed.

    Oh, screw the damn bath, Renata thought harshly. Swallowing down the pain that ran over her skin as she stood up, she reached over and pulled a Harry Potter novel out of her nightstand drawer.

    “Hey, mouse? I can’t sleep right now either. How about if I come over and read to you for a little while?”

    Mira’s joyful shriek sounded muffled, as though she’d had to cover her mouth with her pillow to keep from alarming the entire household with her outburst.

    Despite her pain and fatigue, Renata smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

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    Sergei Yakut led Nikolai into a large, open room that might have been a banquet hall when the old hunting lodge was in its heyday. Now there were no rows of tables or benches, only a pair of big leather club chairs arranged in front of a towering stone fireplace at the far end of the room and a massive wooden desk crouched nearby.

    The pelts of bears and wolves and other, more exotic predators lay spread out as rugs on the wood plank floor. Mounted to the stone above the fireplace was the head of a bull moose with a huge rack of broad bone-white antlers, his dark glass eyes fixed on some distant point across the wide expanse of the hall. His long-gone freedom? Niko thought wryly as he followed Yakut to the leather chairs at the hearth and sat down at the Gen One’s gestured invitation.

    Nikolai idly glanced around, guessing the lodge to be at least a century old, and built for human residents originally, although the sparse

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    windows were currently rigged with crucial UV-blocking shutters. It wasn’t the sort of place you might expect a vampire to settle in as his home. The Breed tended to prefer more modern, luxurious surroundings, living in family groups or communities called Darkhavens for the most part, many such places equipped with perimeter alarms and security fences.

    As civilian Breed domiciles went, Yakut’s rustic camp, while remote enough for a good amount of privacy from curious humans, was anything but typical. Then again, neither was Sergei Yakut himself.

    “How long have you been in Montreal?” Nikolai asked.

    “Not long.” Yakut shrugged, his elbows braced on the arms of the chair he was slouched into. His posture may have been relaxed, but his eyes had not stopped studying Niko—assessing him—since the moment they sat down. “I find it to my benefit to keep on the move and not get too comfortable in any one place. Trouble has a way of catching up to you when you overstay your welcome.”

    Nikolai considered the comment, wondering if Yakut spoke from personal experience or if it was meant as some kind of warning to his unexpected guest.

    “Tell me about the attack on you,” he said, unfazed by either the flat stare or the