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Nikolai? Had she been there to laugh at the idea of his brother’s agony?
    For some reason, he couldn’t imagine her like that. He knew she was an enemy—one among an army of females who sought the annihilation of all vampires—and Nikolai had just warned him not tounderestimate them. But this one looked even more fragile than Myst.
    Though her features and lithe body were perfection, her blond locks were tangled around her pointed ears, and dust smudged her cheeks. Her face was feverishly red, and she was subtly swaying on her feet. She looked sad and miserable.
    And spooked.
    Chasing a female who feared him sat ill. Nikolai had sworn they were taunting, sadistic warriors. Yet this creature had hidden from him—after fleeing as if her life depended on it.
    â€œListen, Valkyrie, I don’t want to hurt you. I just have some questions for you to answer.”
    She raised her hand, but lifted no weapon. Instead, she flattened her palm just below her lips as if to blow a kiss good-bye. The breath that left her mouth looked like a cloud of frost, surging forward, surrounding him.
    Ice flash-froze around his boots. He couldn’t move his legs. Couldn’t break free. “What the hell is this?” Her breath continued to surround him, ice growing up past his knees, climbing to his thighs.
    Then she coughed, bending over and rocking on her feet. The buildup stopped, leaving him fettered by this bizarre binding.
    He strained against the ice, which seemed stronger than any he’d ever known, but he was unable to break free or trace from it. “Take—this—away.”
    She stalked closer. “Who has Myst now? Nikolai or the Forbearer king?”
    â€œHow do you know my brother’s name?”
    â€œNikolai or the king?”
    He spied the points of her ears twitching, and her gaze darted past him. Just as she hissed at something behind him, he heard movement and twisted his upper body around.
    There stood half a dozen men, large Viking-looking warriors, with swords at their sides and arrows already nocked to the strings of their raised bows.
    Their breaths smoked in the warm night air and their ears were pointed.
    She hasn’t been fleeing from me—
    Arrows darkened the air around him, whizzing past his head. They’d aimed for her.
    But somehow she was twisting to dodge the onslaught. Whirling around in the air, she turned to dart into another alley, her speed incomprehensible.
    Then she was gone.
    His hands shot down to claw his legs free, his fingers swiftly going numb. Just as the males behind him ran after her, Murdoch heard more fighting.
    There are two groups. They’re organized, flushing her out. Can’t get this fucking ice off me.
    Suddenly, her small body came flying out of the intersecting alley before him.
    Thrown. She’d been thrown .
    The force of her landing sent her skidding across the pavement. As she stabbed her claws against the bricks to right herself, a cloud of arrows followed her. The momentum took her out of his field of vision.
    Then an unfamiliar scent swept him up. Though his instinct told him it was blood, his mind rebelled.
    Never had it smelled so exquisite. So irresistible.
    At last Murdoch broke free, tracing to intercept her. When he reappeared, his every muscle tensed in an instant.
    The scent had been blood— hers . She was kneeling in a pool of it, her chest full of arrows. One of the males was holding her up by her hair, speaking in some foreign tongue. In his other hand, he held a glowing red blade.
    She gazed up at Murdoch as crimson streams snaked from her wounds to the dirty street.
    They’d done this to her?
    What had you been about to do to her? His vampire nature warred with memories of the man he’d been. . . .
    â€”I would never have hurt her.
    â€”She was my prey. They stole her from me. My prize.
    Just . . . mine .
    At the thought of those men loosing their arrows at her, the