SAMANTHA POVIf someone had asked me two weeks ago how my life was going, I would’ve said:Stable jobStable marriageZero vampire roommatesZero homicidal ex–best friends trying to claim my soulNow?I lived with a vampire king, slept in a haunted house named Brenda, and apparently sunlight hated my enemies more than I did.Growth, baby.But right now, Brenda was vibrating like a stressed washing machine, which usually meant:Danger incomingorHer opinion on my life choices was again overwhelmingly negative.Lucien stopped in the west wing, eyes narrowed, listening to nothing — which freaked me out because when he heard “nothing,” it usually meant “something is about to kill us.”“She’s calling us,” he murmured.“Brenda? Calling? With what, telepathic smoke alarms?”The lights flickered once — sharply offended.“Okay, okay, sorry.” I patted the nearest wall. “Lead the way, spooky queen.”A stone panel slid open like an elevator door, revealing a dark staircase spiraling upward.I st
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