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  The first thing Chloe noticed, as they came upon a group in the dining room, was that two of them, a red-haired girl and a young man with a shotgun, smelled wonderful. She was drawn to them, she wanted to get closer, but Luca stopped her with a firm grip and a word.

  No.

  And as if they knew what she was thinking, Sorin and one of the warriors placed themselves between her and the yummy smell.

  Hunger. That’s what she experienced as she smelled the humans. Hunger. But she had more control than they seemed to think she had. She’d been able to resist chocolate ganache cake when she’d been dieting. She could resist the humans now.

  The vampires seemed surprised that she didn’t leap on the humans in the room. Luca’s grip eased. A little.

  “She has unusual control for a fledgling,” Sorin said, but he didn’t move away from the redhead.

  Luca gave her a deeply speculative look. “She does,” he agreed.

  Indie stepped around the protective males. Her expression was grim. “What has he done to you?”

  “He saved me,” Chloe said calmly. “I was dying, and with my permission, he changed me.”

  The redhead peeked around Sorin. “Chloe!” she called.

  Not trusting herself much more than Sorin and Luca did, Chloe didn’t move closer. “Do I know you?”

  “I’m Nevada. Apparently, I’m a, uh, witch. I tried to send you a warning when I found out that the vampires were coming after you.”

  “Remember,” Chloe whispered, as the contact she’d dismissed came back to her. “You warned me they were coming and then told me to remember.”

  “That’s why you didn’t forget me,” Luca said, relief in his voice, relief that he finally had an explanation.

  Nevada blushed. “I guess the spell didn’t work exactly as it was supposed to.”

  Chloe smiled. Nevada drew back a bit, obviously afraid, and Chloe realized that her fangs, a new development, were extended. “Thank you,” she said. “Don’t mind the fangs. It’s nothing personal.”

  The redheaded witch looked confused.

  “If I hadn’t remembered Luca, nothing would’ve happened as it should.”

  Luca stepped around her, maintaining his grip on her arm. She looked at that hand and raised an eyebrow, and he released his hold. Reluctantly. “I’ll be good,” she whispered.

  He stood slightly in front of her, and she knew he was alert to the possibility that she might, at any moment, pounce on the delicious humans. He didn’t yet know that part of what she’d brought with her to this new life was her discipline and control. She’d show him, though it might take some time.

  “How many warriors are there?”

  “A handful here, others on the way,” Indie answered.

  Luca faced her. “Can we work together?”

  “I don’t see that we have any choice,” she responded, obviously unhappy about the prospect of fighting beside those she’d come here to kill.

  “Marie escaped,” Luca said. “This won’t be over until she’s dead. We can kill every soldier she’s recruited and in a few years this will start all over again, in another place, when we don’t expect it and aren’t prepared. If she’s determined to do this, nothing but death will stop her. And as a blood born, she won’t be easy to kill.”

  “She’s not indestructible,” Sorin said.

  Chloe stared at the blond vampire. She knew where everyone else here stood, and why, but he was a mystery. “For all we know you’re a spy. You changed sides pretty quickly. Why should we believe anything you say?”

  He looked her in the eye. “In the beginning I saw the pretty version of Regina’s plan. It was an ideal, a perfect world for us. But over time I saw the wrongness of her thinking. When she killed Jonas, an act I’m sure she already regrets, I knew it was over, for me. She’s going to kill anyone who gets in her way, human or vampire. If she has her way, there will be nothing left of the world we know.”

  “He saved my life tonight,” Nevada said softly. “Sorin can be trusted, I swear.”

  The human with the shotgun raised his weapon slightly in the air, as if he were a schoolboy asking for permission to speak.

  “I’m low man on the totem pole here tonight, so maybe I should just keep my mouth shut, but seriously, warriors, vampires who are apparently on the right side of things, me, the spell being broken … it can’t be coincidence that all this happened on the same night. How is that even possible?”

  Nevada blushed, blood flooding her cheeks. A new and tantalizing scent filled the air, but Chloe recognized it for what it was. It was also forbidden. She had the strength to set aside any impulses that would make her no better than the monsters who’d made terrible plans for the world.

  “That was me, again,” Nevada admitted. “I … I cast a net, asking for help. Any and all help. I didn’t know what else to do.” She gave in to a little smile. “And it worked. How cool is that?”

  Chloe felt the surge of Luca’s annoyance.

  “You got me here with a spell?” he asked tightly.

  “Well, not just you,” she said.

  “You don’t appear to be even a quarter of a century old, and yet your magic affected me not once, but twice. That’s impressive.”

  Chloe suppressed a smile. Luca might admit aloud that Nevada’s magical abilities were impressive, but inside he was seething. He definitely didn’t like the idea that he could be affected by spells cast by a small, and very young, human.

  They began to talk battle plans, recruitment, strategy … which almost bored Chloe to tears. After a while she found herself studying the throat of the shotgun-toting human. He did smell good, and surely he had blood to spare. He had a deep scratch on his arm. While she couldn’t see the wound from this angle, she knew it was there. It smelled heavenly.

  Though she hungered for a taste, she was not beyond her own control. She could just lick off the excess without biting, without taking something she shouldn’t … Luca took her arm again, and held on tight.

  He knew her every thought, her every desire.

  Chloe looked down at the hand on her arm, but her thoughts were immediately yanked from hunger to the startling realization that her life had changed. Her black shirt was soaked in blood. Luca’s hand, his clothes … they were both drenched in that which nourished vampires and made them strong.

  She looked up, caught Luca’s eye. Instinctively she leaned into him. This certainly wasn’t where she’d thought this night would end.

  “There has to be a shower in this house,” she said.

  “Upstairs,” Nevada said. The little witch was probably as anxious for Chloe to get cleaned up as Chloe herself was. It wasn’t a pretty sight—not that she and Luca were the only ones wearing evidence of battle. “My bathroom has plenty of towels. I’m not sure about the other rooms.” She gave simple directions, and they were on their way before she’d finished. Talk of what might come next continued in their little group of vampires, warriors, and humans.

  Away from the scent of the humans, Chloe’s desire for a taste of blood faded. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as they moved quickly, incredibly quickly, up the stairs. Reaching beyond the house, beyond the stench of death and the tantalizing scent of blood, she took in the summer scent of flowers, grass, air, and water. She could swear she actually smelled the moon.

  Luca didn’t go to the room Nevada said had been hers, but chose another. This bedroom was stark, minimally furnished and without any personal touches. In the attached bath, a towel hung from a decorative rack. It would do.

  Moving quickly, Luca removed her clothing and his and turned on the water. Together they stepped into the large brown-tiled shower, standing close within the spray that was pleasantly cold, then pleasantly warm. Chloe looked down once, and watched the pink swirl of blood and water circling the drain. It wasn’t at all appetizing. She closed her eyes and leaned into Luca.

  The stark truth was that everything that had once been hers was now gone. Though