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“Oh, did that hurt?” A whisper-soft laugh. “Naughty me. But a girl has to feed.”

“Dmitri,” Honor said, “I’ve changed my mind.”

And then she shot Valeria through the other thigh.

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It worried her a little that she didn’t hesitate, but this woman, who now screamed because it was her own flesh on the line, had tortured her. Who the f**k was anyone else to say what would make her feel better . . . because putting that bullet in Valeria sure as hell did. “I’m done.” Never again would this pathetic creature stalk her in her nightmares.

“See if you can find the invitation.” Dmitri rose to his feet. “Valeria and I need to talk in private.”

Holstering her weapon, she turned to him. “Don’t kill her.” It would be too quick, not enough. And from what Valeria had done to her, her expertise in certain kinds of pain, Honor knew she was far from the vampire’s first victim.

A lazy smile that made the hairs on the back of her neck rise. “Trust me.”

The strange thing was that she did. Perhaps that made her a self-deluding fool, but it didn’t change the fact of it. Leaving him with the terrified vampire, who was already whimpering and attempting to cajole a man Honor knew no female wiles would ever influence, she strode out and up the stairs.

The theme of opulent elegance continued on through the rest of the house, the artwork on the walls displayed in frames gilded with gold, but tastefully so, the runners handmade in tones that didn’t break the flow of the decor, an exquisitely carved marble banister bordering the curving staircase to the second level. The bedroom boasted a massive four-poster bed of dark wood with curtains tied neatly back at the corners. The sheets were finest Egyptian cotton, tumbled from Valeria’s early morning wake-up.

It was as she was opening the bedside drawer that the first scream reverberated through the house, so high-pitched that Honor couldn’t imagine what Dmitri was doing to Valeria. Pity stirred within her, but she set her jaw and kept going. Because if Dmitri showed mercy here, then other vampires would soon begin to give in to their darkest lusts and the world would turn bloodred.

There.

The invitation was a silver card folded in half.

Ennui is such a bore, is it not, Valeria? Words written in black ink in a graceful hand that could’ve been either male or female. I have an entertainment that should satisfy even your jaded appetites.

Below that was an address, a list of three dates and times, and a note that said: Should you wish to indulge, come at the same times on the same days in the weeks following.

There was no signature, and though Honor had handled the note with care, she knew there were unlikely to be any fingerprints. Still, she went down to the kitchen, to the accompaniment of another chilling scream, and found a plastic bag. Not Ziploc, but it would do for now. Placing the card inside, she walked back to the morning room, the halls full of a lingering silence broken only by the sound of Valeria’s whimpers.

She stepped inside to find not a speck of blood on Dmitri’s body or clothes, his bronzed arms catching her eye as he tucked his gun into an ankle holster with the unhurried actions of a man who knew he was the most dangerous thing in the room by far. Valeria by contrast, was somehow . . . diminished.

“I have it,” she said.

“Good.” He angled his head toward the drive. “Illium will watch Valeria until Andreas’s men arrive.”

Valeria made a low, pleading sound just as Honor looked out the window—to glimpse the astonishing sight of an angel with wings of silver-kissed blue coming to land on the verdant green of the lawn. “He’s . . .” Her breath rushed out of her. She’d seen still photos, even television images of the blue-winged angel, but none of it had done him justice. None of it could.

The impact was even more startling up close. Staring at him as they met by the car, she took in the eyes of Venetian gold, the black hair dipped in shimmering blue, the face that was so pure in its beauty, he should’ve been too pretty. He wasn’t. He was simply the most beautiful male creature she had ever seen in her life.

Meeting her gaze, he said, “I’ m Illium.”

Her lips threatened to curve at the unashamed curiosity in those golden eyes. “Honor.”

Dmitri, having taken a quick call on his cell phone, opened the driver’s-side door. “Valeria tries anything,” he told Illium, “cut her arms off.”

The blue-winged angel didn’t look the least disturbed by the order. Added to Dmitri’s obvious trust in him, it made it clear that, beauty or not, Illium was no pretty ornament. Though, she thought, catching the acute intelligence in that face as he spoke to Dmitri, he was fully capable of using the impact of his looks to his advantage.

“Elena and Raphael are on their way,” he now said. “Be landing around six tonight.”

Giving a crisp nod, Dmitri slid into the car. “Honor. Stop flirting with Illium. It only encourages his vanity.”

“He’s right.” Illium walked around to open the passengerside door for her. “I’m also a gentleman, unlike some people.”

As she got in the car, their eyes met and she wondered who he was beyond the startling beauty and the charm, this Illium with his wings of blue. “Thank you.”

His responding look was assessing . . . almost gentle. “You’re not like the others.”

“What?”

Dmitri roared away before Illium had a chance to respond. When she glanced back, it was to see him watching them with a distinctly considering expression on his face, his wings spread to catch the early morning sunlight. Silver threads glittered, turning him into a living mirage. “I thought,” she said, after he disappeared from view, “angels were higher up in the food chain than vampires.” And yet Illium had taken orders from Dmitri.

“He’s one of the Seven, Raphael’s elite guard,” Dmitri told her as they turned out of the gates. “I lead them.”

Raphael’s second. The reason for the title was suddenly so much clearer. “I’ve never met an angel like Illium.” Regardless of his stunning appearance, he had seemed more “human” than any other immortal she had ever met.

A hard glance. “Flirt with him if you want, Honor, but you’re mine.”

The blunt words were a shock . . . and not. “I don’t know what this—between us—is,” she said, acknowledging the dark fire that had burned between them from the start, “but I do know that for my mental health, I need to stay far, far away from you.”


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