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“I don’t know. The Mis…Missus is coming.”

Rage tore through Viktor. He strode over to the blood-soaked table. Using the cuff of his jacket, he selected a silver knife. Careful not to burn himself on the toxic metal, Viktor returned to Ivar and held the blade to the vampire’s forehead. It sizzled as Viktor held it to his skin, the stench of burnt flesh filling the room.

Viktor lifted the knife and released a feral growl. “What the fuck are you doing with these humans? Where is the owner? What’s her name?”

Ivar began to laugh, a deep maniacal laughter that echoed amongst the moaning humans who’d begun to wake.

The sound of gunfire echoed from above. PCAP.

Ivar stumbled to his feet, blood streaming down his face. His laughter grew louder.

“What the fuck?” Viktor looked to Waverly and Rafe as the floor beneath his feet began to shake.

“We’ve got to save these people,” Waverly cried, her face swollen with tears.

“Dude, what the fuck is happening?” Rafe asked.

A pounding thud rumbled throughout the room. Flecks of concrete stung their face as a wall crumbled before them. A silhouette stepped out of the shadows as debris sprayed throughout the room.

“Missus! Missus!” Ivar screamed as he ran toward her and cowered at her feet.

Wearing a tight candy apple red jumpsuit, the feminine figure stood silent. Her jet-black hair had been tied into a high ponytail. With her face covered with a mask that revealed only a set of dark eyes, she glared at Viktor. Then in a flash, they disappeared.

“Goddammit!” Viktor yelled as they escaped.

The voices from above grew louder, and he flashed to Waverly and Rafe, taking them into his arms. As he dematerialized, he realized what they were up against was far worse than a human brotherhood.

Viktor sat in the great chair, staring at Waverly who slept in the bed. They’d come full circle. Once again, she’d been traumatized, and once again, it was his fault. He wasn’t deserving of her love. Death had followed him his whole life and tonight had been no different. He’d released his beast, showing her his true nature…she’d never love a monster.

Viktor sensed his brother before he’d said a word. “I shouldn’t have taken her there tonight.”

“Where would we have left her? Nowhere, that’s where.” Greyson leaned on the doorjamb but didn’t enter the bedroom. “She’s in shock. She’ll be fine.”

“Will she though? This is our world, not hers.” Viktor’s heart bled knowing he’d endangered her, aware she’d always face danger as long as she was with him. “And now—”

“This is her world now. You’ve already begun your bonding. You love her. I see it in your eyes.”

Viktor sighed, refusing to discuss his feelings with his brother. “The person who came for Ivar. She was able to dematerialize. I couldn’t see her face. But I could sense her. I could sense the evil.”

“So, she has a few tricks. It’s doesn’t mean she’s like us.”

“It doesn’t mean she’s not. All of this. It’s tied to him. Don’t tell me it’s not because it is. This is all some sick game.”

“There are a lot of sick fucks in this world, Vik. It could be tied to any ancient out there. There are other bloodlines.”

“But what if…” Viktor hesitated to share his thoughts, questioning his own sanity. “You didn’t see what was down there, what they’d been doing to those humans.”

“I know what you’re thinking, but he’s not alive,” Greyson assured him.

“But what if it is one of our siblings? Someone out there who was sired by Baxter. That motherfucker made others.”

“It doesn’t matter who it is. We’ll take her out. PCAP will be looking for her too.”

“Pfft.” Viktor gave a dry laugh. “They won’t find her. No. She’ll come to me.”

The brothers sat in silence, ruminating, questioning everything they’d known to be true. Baxter had turned more vampires over the centuries than Viktor had socks. While most died an early death, he’d never been sure how many or who else was out there.

Torture. Death. Just a few of Baxter’s favorite things.