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stepbrother, Damien. He was my
best friend, my confidant, my only light in this damned eternal darkness.”
    His stepfather’s rage slammed into him, knocked him down and
sent him skidding back into a tree. The impact of his head hitting the trunk
was nothing compared to the searing pain from his stepfather’s anger battering
his mind. He raised his eyes and flinched. Crimson tears streamed down Damien’s
cheeks, a heartbreaking contradiction to the rage twisting his usually calm
face.
    Damien towered above him, his fangs longer than Sebastian
had ever seen, his fists clenched at his side. Your light? He roared
into Sebastian’s mind. He was my son! My light! But I’m not blindly striking
out at anyone who might be involved, am I? I’m not considering casting some
poor, innocent woman into the pits of hell!
    Clutching his head, Sebastian stood up, fell down to one
knee, then, with a growl, forced himself back to his feet. “Jesus, Damien! You
nearly fried me.”
    Damien lowered his head. His chest heaved as he drew in one
long draft of air after another. Sebastian waited, wondering why his
stepfather, a vampire who rarely showed any extreme emotion, had so easily
slipped over the edge.
    When Damien finally raised his head, desperation filled his
eyes. He pressed his palm against Sebastian’s chest. “Look into your heart,
son. You don’t want to do this.”
    Sebastian shoved Damien’s hand away and pounded the spot
where it had been. “I have no heart! It incinerated with Marek in Frank
Nostrum’s pen. I’m dead inside, Damien, just like Frank believes we all are.”
    “I hope, for your sake, you’re wrong, son. Mina help you if
you aren’t.” Damien sighed and looked up at the moon. He frowned as if he were
searching, questioning, then nodded and spoke, his voice barely above a
whisper. “They’re here. She’s a virgin, Sebastian. Once again, your mother has
set you upon a virgin. Remember that tonight. And remember what you were. What
you are, now. A Champion.”
    Before he could reply, his stepfather vanished.
    He knew what he was. A Champion des Angelique. But he was
off duty for this mission. Massaging his temples, Sebastian peered through a
slight breach in the hemlocks. A virgin. The red strip of cloth in his pocket
felt as if it would burn through the denim separating it from his skin.
    Three women in their mid-twenties slipped through an opening
in the hemlock wall on the other side of the yard. Sebastian focused his
senses. Their voices, breathing, heart rate and scent met with his scrutiny.
    He recognized two of the women as his mother’s puppets,
identical twins with tall, model-thin bodies and stunning faces that graced
each equally. Their hair marked the only difference between them. Although both
had soft brown curls, one had cut hers to rest at her jawline while the other
had streaked her waist-length hair with blonde. Hushed giggles mingled with
whispers as they scanned the property before stepping free of the shadows.
    Another beauty with piercing blue eyes and hair the color of
wheat that streamed over her shoulders without a single ripple stood with the
confidence of a woman who knew men found her irresistible and would do anything
for a chance at her body. She sent a sultry gaze up at the house.
    Sebastian pegged her as Diana, the whore his mother had
described. But then she blew a kiss up at the young masturbator’s window and
spoke.
    “Okay, so what’s the big deal, Diana? Your grandmother was
wrong.” She pulled aside some branches and peered into the gap she’d just come
through. “Diana?”
    A fourth woman stumbled as she broke free of the hemlocks
and landed facedown on the dew-covered grass. Sebastian grinned when a string
of muffled curses silenced her friends’ laughter.
    She ignored their outstretched hands and, scowling at the
ground behind her, scrambled to her feet.
    Sebastian drew in a hissing breath.
    Petite compared to the others, not more than five foot