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  As relaxed as she could be, at any rate, surrounded by heavily armed vampires in a maximum-security bunker housed several hundred feet below the ground.

  Not that she would have guessed that, seated as she was now, across from Savannah at a long, dark cherry table in a tastefully appointed dining room, sipping an exotic, spicy tea from a delicate bone china cup while music played softly in the background.

  This chamber, and the spacious residential suite adjoining it, belonged to Gideon and Savannah. From all appearances, they lived as a normal couple within the compound, in comfortable living quarters, surrounded by sumptuous furniture, countless books, and beautiful objets d’art. Everything was of the finest quality and all of it impeccably maintained, no different than one might expect to find in a pricey Back Bay brownstone. If not for the absence of windows, it would have been close to perfect. And even that lack was compensated for, with a breathtaking collection of paintings and photographs adorning nearly every wall.

  “Aren’t you hungry?”

  Savannah gestured to a silver tray of pastries and cookies that lay between them on the table. Next to that was another gleaming platter of dainty finger sandwiches and aromatic sauces. Everything looked and smelled wonderful, but Gabrielle had pretty much lost her appetite the night before when she’d watched Lucan shred the Minion’s throat with his teeth and then proceed to drink his blood.

  “No, thank you,” she said. “This is more than enough for me right now.”

  She was amazed she could hold down anything at all, but the tea was hot and soothing, and she welcomed its warmth both inside and out.

  Savannah watched her drink in silence from across the table, her dark eyes friendly, her thin brows knit into a sympathetic furrow. She wore her tight black curls short against her shapely skull, but the effect was more sophisticated than gamine when paired with her striking features and pretty, feminine curves. She had the same open, easy demeanor as Gideon, something Gabrielle greatly appreciated, after having dealt with Lucan and his dominating ways the past few hours.

  “Well, maybe you can resist temptation,” Savannah said, reaching for one of the crumbly scones, “but I can’t.”

  She spooned a dollop of thick cream onto the biscuit then broke off a piece and moaned happily as she popped the bite into her mouth. Gabrielle knew she was staring, but could hardly help it.

  “You eat real food,” she said, more a question than the statement it sounded like.

  Nodding, Savannah dabbed the corners of her mouth with her napkin. “Yes. Of course. A girl has to eat.”

  “But I thought? If you and Gideon… Aren’t you like him?”

  Savannah frowned, shaking her head. “I’m human, same as you. Didn’t Lucan explain anything to you?”

  “Some.” Gabrielle shrugged. “Enough to make my head spin, but I still have a lot of questions.”

  “Of course, you do. Everyone does, when we’re first introduced to this new, other world.” She reached out, gave Gabrielle’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You can ask me anything. I’m one of the newer females myself.”

  The disclosure made Gabrielle sit up with piqued interest. “How long have you been here?”

  Savannah glanced upward for a moment, as if counting time. “I left my old life in 1974. That’s when I met Gideon, and fell madly in love.”

  “More than thirty years ago,” Gabrielle wondered aloud, taking in the youthful features, radiant mocha skin, and bright young eyes of Gideon’s woman. “You don’t look even twenty years old to me.”

  Savannah’s smile beamed. “I was eighteen when Gideon took me as his mate. He saved my life, actually. He took me away from a bad situation, and so long as we are bonded, I will remain as I am now. Do I really look so young to you?”

  “Yes. You’re beautiful.”

  Savannah giggled softly as she took another bite of her scone.

  “How…?” Gabrielle asked, hoping it wasn’t rude to press, but she was so curious and astonished that she couldn’t help blurting out questions. “If you’re human, and they can’t turn us into… what they are… then, how can this be? How is it that you haven’t aged?”

  “I am a Breedmate,” Savannah answered, as if that should explain it all. When Gabrielle frowned, confused, Savannah went on. “Gideon and I are bonded, mated. His blood keeps me young, but I’m still one hundred percent human. That never changes, even after we are bonded to one of them as his mate. We don’t grow fangs, and we don’t crave blood in the same way that they do in order to survive.”

  “But you gave up everything to be with him, like this?”

  “What have I given up? I am spending my life with a man I completely adore, and who loves me just as much. We’re both healthy, happy, surrounded by others like us, who are our family. Aside from the threat of the Rogues, we have no worries here. If I have sacrificed anything, it pales to what I have with Gideon.”

  “What about sunlight? Don’t you miss it, living down here as you do?”

  “None of us are forced to remain in the compound all of the time. I spend a lot of time in the gardens of the estate during the day, when I want to. The grounds are very well-secured, and so is the mansion, which is huge. I must have spent three weeks exploring it when I first came here.”

  From the brief glimpse Gabrielle had gotten of the place, she could imagine it would take some time to get familiar with everything.

  “As for going into town during the day, we do that sometimes, too—not very often, though. Anything we need can be ordered over the internet and delivered to us.” She smiled, giving a little shrug of her shoulder. “Don’t get me wrong, I love salon time and shopping as much as the next girl, but it’s always something of a risk to venture outside the compound without the protection of our mates. And they worry when we are somewhere they cannot provide for us. I suppose females living in the Darkhaven sanctuaries have a bit more daytime freedom than those of us who are bonded to members of the warrior class. Not that you will hear any of us complaining.”

  “Are there more Breedmates living here?”

  “There are two others, besides me. Eva is bonded to Rio. You’ll like the both of them—they’re the life of any party. And Danika is one of the sweetest people you will ever meet. She was Breedmate to Conlan. He was killed recently, in a confrontation with a Rogue.”

  Gabrielle nodded soberly. “Yes, I heard about that just before you came to bring me here. I’m sorry.”

  “It’s different without him, quieter. I’m not sure how Danika’s going to cope, to be honest with you. They were together for many, many years. Conlan was a good warrior, but an even better mate. He was also one of the oldest members in this compound.”

  “How old do they get?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. Very old, by our standards, anyway. Conlan was born to the daughter of Scottish chieftain around the time of Columbus. His father was a Breed vampire of that current generation, five-hundred years ago.”

  “You’re saying Conlan was five-hundred years old?”

  Savannah lifted a slender shoulder. “Give or take, yes. There are some much younger, like Rio and Nikolai, who were both born in the 1900s, but none of them are as long-lived as Lucan. He’s first generation, born to one of the original Ancients and the first line of Breedmates to carry their alien seed to full term. From what I understand, those first Breed offspring occurred long after the Ancients arrived here, by many centuries, according to the history. The Gen Ones were conceived unpleasantly and entirely by chance, when the vampires’ wholesale rapes happened to include human females whose unique blood properties and DNA were strong enough to sustain a hybrid pregnancy.”

  Gabrielle got an instant, sickening picture of the brutality that must have taken place at that time. “They sound like animals, the Ancients.”

  “They were savages. The Rogues operate in much the same way, and with the same disregard for life. If not for warriors like Lucan, Gideon, and the few others of the Order who hunt them down around
the world, our lives—all of human life—would be very bleak.”

  “And what about Lucan?” Gabrielle asked softly. “How old does all of this make him?”

  “Ah, he is a rarity, if for his lineage alone. There are few left of his generation.” Savannah’s expression held a trace of awe and more than a little respect. “Lucan can be no less than nine-hundred years, possibly more.”

  “Oh, my God.” Gabrielle fell back against her chair. She laughed at the absurdity of the idea, and yet realized that it made perfect sense. “You know, the first time I saw him, I thought he looked like he should be on horseback, brandishing a sword and leading an army of knights into battle. He just has that carriage about him. Like he owns the world, and has seen so much that nothing surprises him. Now, I know why.”

  Savannah was looking at her sagely, her head tilted. “I think you’ve been something of a surprise to him.”

  “Me? What do you mean?”

  “He brought you here, to the compound. He’s never done that, not in all the time I’ve known him, and not before either, from what I gathered from Gideon.”

  “Lucan says he’s brought me here for my own protection, because the Rogues are after me, now. God, I didn’t want to believe him—about any of this—but it’s all true, isn’t it?”

  Savannah’s smile was warm, sympathetic. “It is.”

  “I saw him kill someone last night—a Minion. He did it to protect me, I know, but it was so violent. It was horrific.” A shiver snaked its way up her limbs when she pictured the gruesome scene that took place in the children’s park. “Lucan bit into the man’s throat and fed off him like some kind of…”

  “Vampire,” Savannah answered softly, with neither accusation nor condemnation in her voice. “That’s what they are, Gabrielle, how they were born. It’s not a curse or a disease. It’s just the way they live, a different kind of consumption than what we as humans have grown to accept as normal. And vampires don’t always kill to feed. In fact, that’s rare, at least among the Breed’s general population, including the warrior class. It’s completely unheard of with blood-bonded vampires, like Gideon or Rio, since their nourishment is provided regularly by their Breedmates.”

  “You make it sound so normal,” Gabrielle said, frowning as she ran her finger around the edge of her teacup. She knew that what Savannah was telling her had a certain logic, despite its surrealism, but accepting it was not going to be easy. “It terrifies me to think about what he really is, how he lives. I should despise him for it, Savannah.”

  “But you don’t.”

  “No,” she confessed quietly.

  “You care for him, don’t you?”

  Gabrielle nodded, reluctant to speak the words.

  “And you’re intimately involved with him.”

  “Yes.” Gabrielle sighed, and shook her head. “And really, how stupid is that? I don’t know what it is about him that makes me want him like I do. I mean, he’s lied to me and deceived me on so many levels I can’t begin to count them, but even still, just thinking about him makes my knees weak. I’ve never known this kind of need with another man.”

  Savannah was smiling over the rim of her cup. “They are more than men, our warriors.”

  Gabrielle took a sip of her tea, thinking that it probably wasn’t wise to consider Lucan as her anything, unless she planned to put her heart under his boot heels and watch as he ground it to dust.

  “These males are passionate in all they do,” Savannah added. “And there is nothing that can compare to the giving and receiving of the blood-bond, especially while making love.”

  Gabrielle shrugged. “Well, the sex is amazing, I won’t even try to deny that. But I haven’t shared any kind of a blood-bond with Lucan.”

  Savannah’s smile faltered slightly. “He hasn’t bitten you?”

  “No. God, no.” She shook her head, wondering if she should feel more appalled than she did. “He hasn’t even tried to take my blood, as far as I know. Just tonight he swore to me that he never would.”

  “Oh.” Savannah carefully set down her teacup.

  “Why? Do you think he will?”

  Gideon’s mate seemed to consider that for a moment, then gave a slow shake of her head. “Lucan has never made a promise lightly, nor would he about something like this. I’m sure he means exactly what he told you.”

  Gabrielle nodded, relieved, yet curious why Savannah’s assurance sounded almost like a condolence.

  “Come,” she said, rising from the table and indicating for Gabrielle to follow. “I’ll show you the rest of the compound.”

  “Anything come back yet on those glyphs we spotted on our West Coast subject?” Lucan asked, tossing his leather jacket over one of the chairs next to Gideon.

  It was just the two of them alone in the lab now, the other warriors having gone to chill out for a few hours before Lucan gave orders for the night’s sweep of the city. He was glad for the relative privacy. His head was beginning to pound with the onslaught of another splintering headache.

  “I got squat, sorry to say. Nothing came up on the criminal check, or the census search. Apparently our boy’s not in the system, but that’s not so unusual. The IID records are vast, but far from perfect, especially when it comes to you Gen Ones. There are only a few of you around anymore, and for various reasons, most have never volunteered to be processed or catalogued—yourself included.”

  “Shit,” Lucan hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose but feeling no relief from the pressure building in his head.

  “You feeling all right, man?”

  “It’s nothing.” He didn’t look at Gideon, but he could sense the vampire watching him with concern. “I’ll get over it.”

  “I, ah… I heard about what happened the other night between you and Tegan. The guys said you came back off a hunt, looking a bit ragged. Your body’s still recovering from those solar burns, you know. You’ve got to take things easy, feed the healing—”

  “I said, I’m fine,” Lucan snapped, feeling his eyes flash anger, his lips curled back off his teeth in a snarl.

  Between the prey he’d taken in the street and the Minion he’d drained in the park, he’d had more than enough blood to sustain him through his recovery. The fact was, despite his physical satiation, he still craved more.

  He was on damned slippery ground, and he knew it.

  Bloodlust was just a careless stumble away.

  Keeping a lid on his weakness was getting harder all the time.

  “Got a present for you,” Lucan said, anxious to change the subject. He slapped the two memory sticks down on the Lucite workspace in front of Gideon. “Load them up.”

  “Really? A gift for me? Darling, you shouldn’t have,” Gideon said, back to his jovial self. He was already popping one of the portable drives into a USB port of the machine nearest to him. A folder opened onscreen, displaying a long list of file names on the monitor. Gideon turned and shot Lucan a pensive look. “These are image files. Gads, a friggin’ lot of them.”

  Lucan gave a slight nod. He was pacing now, growing edgy and too warm in the bright lights of the room. “I need you to go through each one, compare it against every known Rogue location in the city—past, present, and suspected.”

  Gideon clicked open a random image and blew out a low whistle. “This is the Rogue lair we took out last month.” He opened two more, tiling them on the monitor’s display. “And the warehouse we’ve been watching for a couple of weeks… Jesus, is this other one a shot of the building that fronts the Quincy Darkhaven?”

  “There’s more.”

  “Son of a bitch. Most of these images are of vampire locations—both Rogue and Breed.” Gideon scrolled through a dozen more photos. “She took all of these?”

  “Yeah.” Lucan paused to look at the screen. He pointed to a number of files with date stamps from the current week. “Go to this group.”

  Gideon brought up the photos with a series of fast clicks. “You gotta be kidding me. She’s
been out to the asylum, too? That place might house hundreds of suckheads.”

  Lucan’s gut clenched at the idea, dread mixing with the acid burn already swimming in the pit of his stomach. His insides were cramping up, gnarled with the need to feed. He mentally forced the hunger down, but his hands were trembling, and a sheen of sweat was breaking out on his brow.

  “A Minion found her, chased her off the property,” he said, his voice rough gravel in his throat, and not just because his body was under full assault. “She was damned lucky to get away.”

  “I’ll say. How did she find this location? How did she find any of them, for that matter?”

  “She says she doesn’t know why she’s drawn to them. It’s a unique instinct of some sort. Part of the same Breedmate ability she has that exempts her from vampire mind control, and lets her see us move where other humans don’t.”

  “Call it what you will, skills like hers could be damned useful to us.”

  “Forget it. We’re not going to involve Gabrielle anymore than she already is. She’s not a part of this, and I won’t put her in any further danger. She won’t be staying here long, anyway.”

  “You don’t think we can protect her?”

  “I won’t have her sitting on the front lines while there’s a war brewing just outside our gates. What kind of life would that be?”

  Gideon shrugged. “Seems to be working out all right for Savannah and Eva.”

  “Yeah, and it’s been a fucking laugh riot for Danika lately, too.” Lucan shook his head. “I don’t want Gabrielle anywhere near this violence. She’s going to go to one of the Darkhavens as soon as possible. Someplace far away, remote, where the Rogues won’t ever get to her.”

  And where she would be safe from him, as well. Safe from the beast that was churning inside of him, even now. If Bloodlust finally claimed him—and lately, he felt it was more a question of when than if—he wanted Gabrielle as far away from the fallout as possible.

  Gideon was very still as he looked at Lucan. “You care for her.”