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Wow lets just see if I can remember to name it all. Okay so the book picks up right where the last one left off. Leila and Vlad are having problems because Leila is worried that Vlad don't want her anymore because she lost her power they don't know if it's temporary or not Vlad tries to show Leila that he still wants her by giving her his sire line ring meaning he wants to turn her into a vampire at a fancy dinner in front of a lot of people which lead to Leila and Vlad having a huge embarrassing misunderstanding that leads to them breaking up.

Tell me you love me and I'll stay. Tell me anything except to resign myself to always ranking a distant second to the coldness you keep wrapping around your heart. Then someone tries to kill Leila, Maximus saves Leila then they try to find who tried to kill her.

Then she and Maximus get kidnapped. Then she kicks some major ass and gets ahold of Vlad to help. Then her and Vlad get back together. Then they get married! Then someone tries to kill her a few more times. Then she dies and becomes a vampire. Then there is some awesomely dirty blood sex I think I got it all! Pfff See a lot happened! I don't have a dress, you don't have a best man, and instead of flowers, we have corpses on poles decorating the front of the house.

Vlad flashed him a charming smile. Then my mouth fell open. You were not thinking of stabbing my fiance with a silver knife! He" - a finger stabbed in Vlad's direction - "is not. I told you, Leila, I can read people, and without a doubt, Vlad is the most violent person I've ever met. Today, I woke up in Vlad's bed as Mrs. What a difference a day made. Dracula, I'll bite you in a manner you won't enjoy. Some things didn't change, like Vlad being grumpy when he first woke up.

I actually felt it. After I finished my liquid breakfast, something shiny caught my eye on the nightstand.

Right, my wedding ring. This was the ring Vlad had worn when he was prince of Wallachia, now called Romania. I ran my right hand over the ring until the jewels that made up the tiny dragon cut my fingers, yet nothing changed. It was as if the ancient heirloom were dead.

Only one thing would make an object feel that way after I touched it with my right hand. I was already sure, but I went over to the fireplace and rammed my hand into a glowing log anyway. The fire caressed my skin instead of burning it—the way it would to only one other vampire in the world. Shock gave way to anger, then anger to fury.

At some point since I left the ballroom last night, Vlad must have coated me with a massive dose of his aura. This time, passion had claimed my full attention. Not with the incredible control Vlad had over his power. With one imperious move, Vlad had made a Magic 8 Ball more supernaturally intuitive than me.

I whirled, seeing Vlad in the farthest corner of the bedroom. He stood so still that he almost blended into the tall furniture next to him. You already died once when an enemy used your recklessness and overconfidence in your abilities against you. No matter what happened, nothing seemed to be able to smother that ability. Being fireproof had more than one advantage. Deep down, I was also afraid. But whenever he loves something, he ends up destroying it. Vlad released me, walking out of our room without another word.

I let him go, fighting to get control over my wildly swinging emotions. Despite his infuriating act, I still loved Vlad and he loved me. Not so long ago, that was all I wanted out of life. Now that I had it, I needed to make it work without surrendering my will, identity or abilities. Vlad had survived for hundreds of years by being ruthless and calculating.

No wonder he treated our marriage like a war he had to win. Chapter 4 I sat next to Vlad in his luxurious private aircraft. Compromise Lesson One: Pull a dick move, and your dick gets denied.

Every woman knew that, and now, so did the vampire sitting next to me. In fact, it might be messing with my emotions more than his. If Vlad thought a few days of flashing his skin—glistening when wet, highlighting those ripped muscles, hollows and sinews while that steam reminded me of how hot he felt deep inside.

Abstinence was merely the first step in my plan. Hopefully soon, because Lesson One sucked. In Romanian, the pilots announced that we were about to land.

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I glanced out the window, seeing mostly darkness below. An eye roll preceded his response. I stifled a snort. After a bumpy landing, the plane taxied to a stop. When the door opened, I was surprised to see we were in a small clearing in the middle of a field. I followed after him, not speaking until we were too far away for the pilots to hear. And why here? Now Vlad did turn toward me, his smile becoming jaded. When people have nowhere else to go, they usually go home. I shivered. You lose again!

I turned around, seeing a tall, thickly muscled man next to the river that ran along the edge of the crops. The wariness in his gray gaze was certainly familiar. So that was the field we were in. Then his voice hardened.

You know. That old bro spat. I kept my nose from wrinkling out of sheer will. Maximus threw me a sardonic smile. Inside, it was slightly less decrepit, though the floor had patches of dirt poking through the stone near the front. Water was visible through the back, but that looked to be deliberate, as if part of the house had been built on top of the river. Since it looked as old as Maximus, it was possible. Both men seemed to expect me to take it. I remained standing, still racking my brain to figure out why we were here.

I never expected him to successfully fake his own death, let alone wait three hundred years to exact his revenge, yet here we are. He was right: Szilagyi would never suspect that of him. He knew Vlad too well. My hopes began to lift. Maybe, Vlad was closer to learning how to compromise than I realized. This was practically him completing Step Two, in fact. But still.

Why are you really offering me this? At last, he shrugged. Instead, his mouth twitched into a shadow of a smile. Maximus let that twitch slide into a smile that looked anticipatory and relieved at the same time. I suppressed my smile. He flashed a wicked grin at Gretchen. My sister gave a final glower at Vlad before she answered. I winced, both at the assault on my supernaturally sensitive hearing and the reason behind it.

Gretchen had run out to see us when we arrived at the lovely Tuscan house Vlad had hidden them in, but my father stayed in his room. Vlad caught my gaze, his brow rising. I shook my head. Hugh Dalton would have to come to terms with that on his own.

Had one of his staff been loose lipped? She huffed. First calling him Dracula, then bringing up Szilagyi successfully faking his death twice?

Then her mouth quirked as she looked at me. Harder to kill you a second time, right? To punctuate that point, Vlad stood.

Besides, when Vlad was in a mood, sometimes it was better to leave him alone. At least for a little while. I forced a smile as I turned back to Gretchen. It was easy to figure out which of the remaining rooms Vlad was in. His aura filled the house, the power he gave off ominous in its potency even when it also felt relaxed. Like a sleeping dragon, I thought, spying him through the half-open door at the end of the hall.

Vlad was in a chair, his long legs stretched out on a nearby ottoman. He must have fallen asleep while using his tablet. I stared at him in silence. Even before that, it had been a rarity. Was it my new, super-sharp vision or did he look a little different with his features relaxed in slumber?

Sure, those winged brows were just as prominent, but his lips were parted instead of curled into the sardonic half smile he usually wore. Closed eyelids hid the penetrating stare he so often leveled at others and for a few moments, the changes let me imagine that I could see hints of the innocence Vlad must have had, once upon a time when he was human.

Did he have any happy memories from his childhood? As a child, had he ever been afraid of the dark? I leaned down, wanting to touch him but not wanting him to wake up yet— Flames blasted into me. I screamed, throwing up my arms in instinctive defense before I remembered that I was currently fireproof. Szilagyi must have found us! Was he hurt?

Then water hit us, soaking our clothes and filling me with fresh panic. Shouts from his guards echoed my urgency. Just as abruptly, he let me go, barking out an order in Romanian that caused the guards rushing down the hallway to skid to a stop.

Ceiling sprinklers, activated by the fire that must have come from. Vlad, I realized as I glanced around the room.

No one was in here with us and no one was attacking from outside. He was trying to shoulder his way past the five vampire guards who looked as perplexed as I did over what had just happened. A door slammed on his emotions, too, cutting off the geyser that had erupted out of him almost as violently as those flames had.

The sprinklers, however, kept dousing us with water. Vlad turned to me.

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His reply came out through gritted teeth. His mouth twisted into a smile that was part annoyed, part challenging. In two strides, we were at the window, and then he was flying me through it. Chapter 6 Tuscany was beautiful at night. Eventually, Vlad set us down at the edge of a vineyard, leading me beneath a gnarled tree that might have been as old as he was, judging from its height and girth. Vlad left me by that thick trunk to pace a few feet away.

Do you know why it was more unbearable? How could anything be worse than that? His gaze filled with a terrible knowledge while his irises changed from copper to brilliant green. For over five hundred years, I structured my life to keep my vow never to let anyone touch my heart again. Vlad touched the trail my tear made and smiled with fleeting, jaded amusement.

Not when I love you more than anything, too. My rage over my helplessness would sometimes cause me to wake up with my hands on fire. Those dreams went away with time, but another one never did. How would I have guessed that it would hurt me, too? His guilt over her suicide was the sin he held closest to his skin. His smile was a grim slash while his gaze burned into mine. I know I.

Forgive me. I felt drowned by the feelings he continued to pour into me while his mouth devastated me in different ways. The sensations were overwhelming, yet I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer.

He thought I was his destruction, but he was wrong. I broke our kiss to whisper two words that meant more than ending our weeklong abstinence. Maybe that was worth more to him than all my psychic abilities combined. Of course, personally retrieving what Maximus left for him was also far more dangerous. What if Maximus made contact with Szilagyi, and then was followed when he made the message drop?

What if Szilagyi had found Maximus out and had forced him to lure Vlad into a trap? His vagueness only inflamed my morbidly spinning thoughts. I flashed him an answering, rueful grin. And I thought I was being paranoid. Got it. His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that suffused my whole body with slow, delicious heat.

When he let me go, a knowing smile curled his lips. They opened, revealing a four-foot-tall vampire with black hair and bushy sideburns. My best friend grinned at me. I seldom did when I was with Vlad. I made a mental note to put them back on now that Vlad was leaving and gave Marty a final pat with my left hand. The only time Marty liked to travel was when he was performing on the carnival circuit. Plus, he hated Europe. I let the reason behind his visit drop because I only had moments left with Vlad.

Vlad was already behind me when I turned around. He exchanged polite if somewhat brisk hellos with Marty and then slipped something into my pocket. Then I became serious. Just do what you need to do. I told myself it was my imagination that the doors seemed to close with ominous finality behind him. Even if this was a setup, if Vlad caught a glimpse of Szilagyi, he could burn him into ash before Szilagyi even had a chance to scream.

I turned to Marty, giving him a smile that felt forced despite how happy I was to see him. Plus, it soon became clear that something was bothering Marty.

He tried to pass off that he was his normal, jovial self, but beneath all his smiles, jokes and genuine happiness to see me, I kept catching glimpses of something else. Instead, it was an odd sort of. I was determined to find out why. We were well within sight of the guards on the surrounding wall and towers, but two more followed us on foot, although Dorian and Alexandru stayed a polite distance behind.

I stopped so suddenly that the guards trailing us looked around in alarm. At last, he spoke. Guilt pricked me. Those alarms kept me from arguing about Marty flinging me over his shoulder as if I was a sack of potatoes. Thanks to my trip to the communications room a couple months ago, I knew what they meant. The invisible security grid that extended like a huge bubble around the castle and grounds had been breached. Air strike? Szilagyi had gotten his hands on missiles?

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I shoved away from Marty, landing on my feet in the grand hallway, only to be swept up by more guards as they hustled me to the stairway behind the indoor garden. Another spurt of Romanian came through the same device, then Samir and the rest of them were almost shoving me down the staircase.

I put on the brakes at that, but it had as much effect as a leaf trying to stop the raging river it was floating in. When we reached the third, I tore my gloves off. Light suffused my right hand, casting a bright glow in the unlit tunnel. They ran even faster, ushering me through the foot-thick metal door that was the entrance to the dungeon. Frustration made my hand spark. I pulled my right hand tight to my body and put all the command I could muster into my voice.

I sighed in relief, then nearly choked at the odor that seemed to shoot up my nose. Samir barked more orders at the guards, who half dragged, half carried me past the stone monolith that marked the first section of the dungeon. It was also so dark I had to squint despite my supernaturally enhanced vision. Cells lined the cold stone walls, their height maxing out at four feet, restricting their unlucky occupants to a permanent stoop.

I met his dark eyes and felt a flash of pity as he looked from me to the cell across the hall from his. It was the only other occupied one in this section of the dungeon, and in it was the woman Shrapnel had betrayed Vlad for. She was tiny compared to her tall, heavily muscled lover, yet Cynthiana had more shackles than Shrapnel.

Every part of her was bound with silver chain, leaving only her fingers free. Two middle fingers shot up at me as we stared at each other. Alexandru began to rebuke Cynthiana, as if that would do any good. She glared at him, twisting her fingers in such a way that the clear translation was Fuck you in the ass! Protect her with your lives. My gut twisted. I might be safe with the guards and the half mile of rock between me and the impending attack, but what about Marty and everyone else? All at once, I remembered the phone Vlad had left me.

I shoved my gloves back on despite the entire phone being encased in thick rubber, then pressed the big red button on the front of it. Do you understand? All three were at the entrance to the third section of the dungeon, their stances bow-tight, as if expecting Szilagyi to leap out of a dark corner. I put the phone back in my jeans and glanced at my left hand, too.

I might need all the voltage I could transmit, even down here where it was supposed to be safe. From the multitude of heartbeats, Samir had followed through on my order to bring the human inhabitants of the castle down here. I also wanted to check if Marty had come down with them. I made it to the second section of the dungeon when the floor suddenly heaved with such force, I was knocked off my feet.

Then the walls shook so violently that long cracks appeared in the stone. I grabbed the nearest sturdy object—a modernized version of an ancient rack—and fell again as the ground pitched and heaved like a boat being tossed in high seas.

Alexandru and Petre rushed over, but the next violent heave knocked them to their knees, too. Then a thunderous crash boomed through the dungeon, sending a cloud of stone dust rushing into our section. Most of it was too rapid to translate, but I understood three chilling words. Chapter 8 The three of us staggered to the front section of the dungeon, the ground pitching and rolling beneath us the entire time.

Once we reached it, I looked around in disbelief. The huge stone monolith in the center of the room had toppled over, crushing several people beneath it. A few were still alive, but trapped by the massive rock formation. My friend Sandra was one of them, and I saw with relief that only her lower leg had been crushed. Not even the distance between the dungeon and the castle muted sounds that curdled my blood and filled me with an instinctive panic.

What was happening? I stared at the door in shock.Chaque contrat lui rapportera dollars. Rating's Breakdown: Last but by no means least, I want to say thank you to my family. Only a handful of Master vampires in the world could manifest an aura big enough to encompass the gargantuan ballroom. Leila is furious! My mind has stopped at the bad things and can't get over them. So that was the field we were in.

Refresh and try again. Dec 15, La-Lionne rated it it was ok Shelves: My whip glowed brighter as the sounds behind the door grew more desperate.