FAZER LOGINAdrian poured every resource he had into the search and finally tracked down my international flight to Europe. But by the time the information reached him, I'd already left the first city I'd landed in and, as planned, moved on to another hidden home.All he got were checkout records and receipts from the car service. They could only prove I'd passed through.I still lived under my own name and by the rules of human society. I hadn't turned into a ghost without a trace. But the power of the Blood King of the North had its limits. The vampire clans of Europe weren't going to give up a newcomer's address over his private grudge, and human authorities would never accept his story about hunting down a mate who'd left home.He could hire countless agents to search everywhere and go from city to city himself, but he no longer had any right to order me to show myself or to come back to his side.From then on, Marcus sent the documents that needed my attention, along with news from Greyport,
I learned what happened that night only later, from the records my lawyer sent me.A few hours before my plane took off, Adrian was still at Livia's cabin. He'd had an attendant bring a change of clothes, meaning to leave as soon as he'd seen her put them on. At least, that was what he told himself. Livia stood in front of the fireplace, in no hurry to take the clean clothes. Still wrapped in her wine-soaked dress, as if truly bothered by the cold, she took his hand."Stay with me a little longer," she said softly. "You're already here."Adrian glanced at the time. In his mind, he saw me sitting alone at the head table. I hadn't argued or tried to stop him. I'd only said I'd already waited too long. That calm made him uneasy, as if a door he'd always been able to push open at will were slowly closing somewhere he couldn't see."I have to go back." He pulled his hand away. "You know what tonight is.""Of course I know." Livia lowered her eyes. "That's why I need an excuse just to get cl
"Nothing." I put the necklace back in the jewelry box. "I was just thinking about some things."Adrian took a few steps closer. When he caught sight of the bandage around my ankle, his face darkened at once. "How did you get hurt like this?""I stepped into a hunter's silver snare on the edge of the market."He immediately crouched down, wanting to touch the wound but afraid of hurting me. The worry on his face then was not an act. Knowing it was real made my heart feel even heavier. "Where were the guards?! I told them to stay close to you!""They were busy looking for the necklace." I looked back at him calmly. "I walked off on my own."He opened his mouth, but he didn't go on blaming them. After a moment, he ordered a full search of the roads around the market and an investigation into the night patrol's carelessness, his voice once again that of the Blood King giving orders."The nurse has already taken care of it." I smoothed my skirt. "There's no need to send for a physician.""B
The next night, Adrian really did cancel all his meetings. He stood in the doorway of the dressing room, watching me button my coat, and reached out to wrap my scarf around my neck. Edmund waited at the end of the hall with a thick stack of papers, but Adrian didn't even turn around. He told him to hand them over to his second-in-command, Marcus Calloway."Tonight, I'm all yours," he said.Marcus had always handled important business for him. In the past, once Adrian was done with his own work, he made a point of following up with Marcus to see how things were going. But lately, "Give it to Marcus" had become his favorite way to brush people off. And as for who all that freed-up time was really going to, I was probably the only one in the whole house who knew.I put on my gloves and didn't answer.The city center was holding its winter night market. The streets along the river were strung with colored lights, an outdoor band played huddled against the cold, and long lines formed in fro
It was the surest thing I'd said in over a month.The witch pulled open a drawer and took out a register. "Name.""Eve Hart."The tip of her pen stopped short, and a few drops of ink bled into the paper, but she didn't seem to notice. Everyone in North America's vampire circles knew that name. Adrian Vane, the Blood King who ruled northern Greyport, had waited three years for a human woman and turned down every marriage alliance the clans proposed. Only after I survived a dangerous turning did we exchange blood in front of everyone and take the blood oath as mates. That human was me.The night we took the oath, he kissed the fresh wound on my wrist and told me that even with an endless life ahead of him, the one thing he couldn't bear was a single day of it without me. Five years had passed, and that grand ceremony was still the whole city's idea of what love should be. The witch had clearly heard the story too. She looked at me quietly, as if waiting for me to laugh and admit I was on







