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lose—and he’d noted its excellence.
    He strode closer to her and lowered his voice. “Strike your blow, creature. Know that no
    misfortune could come to you for killing one such as me. There is no reason to wait.”
    As if this were a matter of conscience! It wasn’t. It couldn’t be. She had no conscience.
    No real feelings, no raw emotions. She was coldhearted. After the tragedy, she’d prayed
    for oblivion, prayed for the sorrow and guilt to be numbed.
    Some mysterious entity had answered her and made her heart like ash. Kaderin didn’t
    suffer from sorrow, from lust, from anger, or from joy. Nothing got in the way of her
    killing.
    She was a perfect killer. She had been for one thousand years, half of her interminable life.
    “Did you hear that?” he asked. The eyes that had been pleading for an end now narrowed.
    “Are you alone?”
    She quirked an eyebrow. “I do not require help from others. Especially not for a single
    vampire,” she added, her tone growing absent. Oddly, her attention had dipped to his body
    once more—to low on his torso, past his navel to the dusky trail of hair leading down. She
    imagined grazing the back of one of her sharp claws along it while his massive body
    clenched and shuddered in reaction.
    Her thoughts were making her uneasy, making her want to wind her hair up into a knot
    and let the chill air cool her neck—
    He cleared his throat. When she jerked her gaze to his face, he raised his eyebrows.
    Caught ogling the prey! The indignity! What is wrong with me? She had no more sexual
    urges than the walking-dead vampire before her. She shook herself, forcing herself to
    remember the last time she’d faltered.
    On a battlefield, an age ago, she had spared and released another of this ilk, a young

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    Yet he had seemed to scorn her for her very mercy. Without delay, the soldier had found
    her two full-blood sisters fighting in the flatlands below them. Alerted by a shriek from
    another Valkyrie, Kaderin had sprinted, stumbling down a hill draped with bodies, living
    and dead. Just as she’d reached them, he’d cut her sisters down.
    The younger, Rika, had been taken off-guard, because of Kaderin’s panicked approach.
    The vampire had smiled when Kaderin dropped to her knees.
    He’d dispatched her sisters with a brutal efficiency Kaderin had since emulated. She’d like
    to say she started with him, but she’d kept him alive for a time.
    So, why would she repeat the same mistake? She wouldn’t. She would not ignore a lesson
    she had paid so dearly to learn.
    The sooner I get this done, the sooner I can begin preparing for the Hie.
    Squaring her shoulders, she steeled herself. It’s all in the follow-through. Kaderin could
    see the swing, knew the angle she would take so that his head would remain on his neck
    until he fell. It was cleaner that way. Which was important.
    She’d packed her suitcase lightly.
    2
    A s a young man, Sebastian Wroth had desired so many things from life, and having
    grown up wealthy among a large and supportive family, he had expected them as his due.
    He’d wanted his own family, a home, laughter around a hearth. More dearly than all the
    rest, he’d longed for a wife, a woman to be his alone. He’d been ashamed to admit to this
    female that he’d managed none of those things.
    Now all Sebastian wanted was to gaze at the fascinating creature just a little longer.
    At first, he’d thought her an angel come to set him free. She looked it. Her long, curling
    hair was so blond it appeared almost white in the candlelight. Her eyes were fringed with
    thick black lashes and were dark like coffee, a striking contrast to her fair hair and wine-
    red lips. Her skin was flawless, light golden perfection, and her features were delicate and
    finely wrought.
    She was so exquisite, and yet she carried a killer’s