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still, and it had lapped at the bleeding wounds disgustingly as it carried her through the woods.
    She'd screamed at her sister to "RUN!" but it was too late. As she’d watched helplessly, the remaining creatures had closed in on Emma, cutting her off from her sight. Keira had no idea what had happened to her, other than what Leeha had told her: That she was released safe and sound once Keira had been taken far enough away.
    Problem was, there was no way in hell she trusted that bitch. Had they attacked her sister? Fed from her? Let her go? Was she home safe, or locked up in a dirty cell like this one? Was she even still alive, or had they killed her?
    A single tear escaped her tightly closed eyes, leaving a wet trail down her dirt-streaked cheek.  She wiped it away with a shaky sigh. Feeling sorry for herself wouldn’t get her anywhere. What she needed to do was figure out a way to get them all out of this mess: Emma, herself, and the vampire.
    As though he sensed her attention on him, she heard his chains rattle as he moaned, the pitiful sound bringing a fresh bout of tears to her eyes. Sliding one booted foot in towards himself, he tried to get his leg under him to relieve his disjointed shoulders of some of his weight, but he was too weak, and he collapsed again with a jerk and a hiss of pain as his foot slipped back out from under him. His head lolled on his chest as he, thankfully, blacked out again.
    Keira let her eyes roam over him as he hung there. Even dirty, starved, and covered in his own drying blood, he was a beautiful specimen of a male.
    His thick, dark hair brushed the bottom of his neck and hung in his face, hiding his broad forehead, prominent cheekbones, and strong jaw. His eyes, when open, were deep set and intense, and inexplicably, had darkened to a depthless ebony a year or so after he’d been brought down here.
    What was left of his t-shirt did nothing to hide the ropes of muscle straining against the confinement of the chains. His olive-toned skin was ashen and slightly loose on his bones from the lack of feedings, but she remembered the rich coloring he’d had, and would have again, if she had anything to say about it.
     
    Seven Years Ago
     
    The moment she’d first caught sight of him, Keira's heart had stopped beating, only to resume pounding hard and fast in her chest a moment later.
    The notorious Luukas Kreek: the Master vampire who’d crossed an entire ocean and built up his own colony of vampires in a brand new land; a risk that had been unheard of before he came along.
    Her breath had caught in her throat when he’d stepped from his vehicle outside the front entrance of Leeha’s main fortress and confidently strolled towards them. Wearing only jeans, combat boots, and a casual black t-shirt, he nonetheless had a commanding presence which demanded her attention.
    She couldn't take her eyes off of him.
    His power coiled around him like a living essence, preceding him as he strode their way. It slithered over her skin when it reached her, feeling her out. Though she’d stood behind and slightly to the left of the female vampire who’d called him there, silver-grey eyes had honed in on her immediately, shining through the inky night like beacons. He’d smiled at her, and she’d returned the smile, powerless to do otherwise, until she’d remembered the reason she was there.
    He’d frowned slightly as her smile had faltered, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he’d quickly glanced at Leeha, and then towards the thick trees on either side of the creek that flowed directly into the mountain in front of him.
    He’d known then. He’d known that something was up. Pausing briefly where he was, he’d raised an eyebrow, a question in his eyes.
    She’d never met him before, had only heard stories, but something inside of her had balked at being a part of what Leeha had planned. Mindful of the threat to her sister, she’d tried to warn him without drawing attention to herself, looking