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tight circle aroundAmy.
  I said you re wrong.
 What do you mean?
 I mean that this woman is not the key or The Light Bazhena seeks, Amysaid, looking at Alyssa.
Vlad s eyes narrowed suspiciously.
 If she isn t, then who is?
 Christian. He is the one. He is the key to the legend.
Vlad s eyes widened in shock.
 How do you know that? Alyssa asked as her mouth fell open in disbelief.
 When we brought Christian to her, she and my boyfriend spoke quietly to each other. They thought I
had lost consciousness after Bazhena fed off of me, but I hadn t. I heard their whole
conversation, Amyexplained with a shrug.
 Bazhena said how happy she was to have the key, but how sad it would be that Christian would have
to die because of it. She told my boyfriend how she wished she could keep Christian as her pet, as she
had before, but how it would be impossible if she were to attain full power. She said that the only way
she could attain full power was through his death.
They all stood in stunned silence for a minute. Alyssa was the first to move into action. She
grabbedAmy s arm and started pulling her towards the club s exit.
  You are taking us to Bazhena, now. Let s go.
 But I don t want t 
Alyssa stopped short, swung around and stuck her face as close toAmy s as possible.
 Tough. You either take us there now, or I kill you myself. Got it?
The deadly calm in her voice brooked nor argument.
Amyjust silently nodded her head in agreement and let Alyssa lead her outside.
Alyssa missed the look of male amusement that passed between Vlad and Eric as they followed close
behind and got into Vlad s car.
Amygave directions to Vlad as they drove. She was the only one who spoke. Eric was looking blankly
out the window and Vlad was closely followingAmy s direction. Alyssa was too lost in her own thoughts
about their new discovery. Christian was The Light? That meant that Bazhena could have killed him
already. That thought scared her and left a void in her that she didn t even want to consider. But wouldn t
she have felt something? She and Christian were connected. They had a bond like she had never
experienced before. Why hadn t he reached out to her again?
Maybe it was time for her to reach out to him. Closing her eyes, she brought the image of his handsome
face to mind.
* * * * *
Christian woke up. He felt much better. The gut-wrenching pain inside him had all but disappeared. He
lifted himself up, so that he stood straight once more. The bonds burned his skin slightly, but that was
minor.
  Feeling better, my pet? Bazhena s mocking voice filled the room.
Using the powers of their kind, she moved close to him so quickly it was little more than a blur. She was
close enough for him to see the desire flaring bright in her eyes, but not near enough to touch.
Christian strained against the chains, but it was no use. Though the pain was gone, his body was still too
weak to break his bonds. He needed to recuperate. He needed blood. The hunger was beating at him
now. It was time to feed.
As if reading his thoughts, a slow smile curved the corners of Bazhena s lips up.
 Hungry, Cristobal? Let s take care of that immediately.
She clapped her hands. The vamps he had seen back at Twice Charmed came into the room. They
were dressed in some sort of hooded ceremonial robes. Christian watched them warily as they each took
a position around him. He felt his fangs elongate as anger filled him. He snarled at the men around him,
but they ignored him. They only had eyes for Bazhena.
 It s time, Cristobal. First we ll exchange blood, then you will be mine. Bazhena gave him a seductive
smile as she opened the long silk robe she was wearing. Her bare body was revealed beneath. Christian
couldn t help staring at her. Her body was made to please a man. That was one thing he would never
forget.
When she ran one of her nails across one breast, barely above her nipple, blood immediately came to
the surface, beading along the cut. Christian s mouth watered. He remembered the rich, heady taste of
her. She was a very old vampire. And she had taken so many lives. Her blood was filled with their
essence, powerful and rich. His beast roared with joy. It knew her taste. Knew the power it held. She
slowly closed the remaining distance between them. As she did so, her men also closed in around him
and held him back, restraining his movements. He growled low in his throat.
 Don t worry about them, my pet. This feeding is just for you. Bazhena moved forward so that her
chest was in easy reach of his mouth. She leaned her head back and held her arms out on either side of
her.  Only for you. Drink from me, Cristobal.
 Christian didn t hesitate. He needed his strength if he was deal with Bazhena. He had to make sure she
kept up her part of the bargain him in exchange for Alyssa and Vlad s life. It was the only way. He
clamped onto Bazhena breast and suckled her.
She cried out with pleasure. Grasping his head in her hands, she pressed him closer. He drank
ferociously. Despite her evilness, her blood was ancient and it filled him with a surge of power. As he felt
her nipple harden under his tutelage, felt her blood s sweetness run into his mouth, he recalled the times
they had spent together. His body tingled with pleasure as all the erotic images came to mind.
Mind.
She was trying to control him even now. He could feel her seductive presence winding through his brain.
Touching him, luring him, teasing him. He growled low in his throat and pressed his mouth harder against
her. He drank as quickly as he could. Trying to get as much of her power as possible. Trying to ignore
the passion-filled haze she was wrapping around him.
 Enough!
He barely heard Bazhena s voice. He was too lost in the taste of her blood, the pleasure it brought him.
Before he knew what was happening, he was pulled away from her. His hunger was barely sated. He
needed more. He leaned forward, but was held back by her vamps.
His eyes snapped up to meet Bazhena s. Her eyes were bright with desire as they ran hungrily over his [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]