Ryan's POVVicky never woke up.The doctors said the silver bullet, while not immediately fatal, had damaged her body and nervous system beyond recovery.She would lie in that bed permanently, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to respond to anyone.When Elena's stepmother came to kneel before me again, she could barely breathe through her sobbing.“Mr. Valemont, please — just go and see her.”I sat behind my desk and didn't look up.I had no desire to go. And no reason to.I had genuinely liked Vicky once.She was beautiful, spoiled, the kind of girl who drew men's eyes wherever she went.That unashamed self-assurance was the quality I had always imagined in the wife of a vampire prince.Elena, by contrast, was too hungry for love, too easy to deceive. Her only real value had been her bloodline, and outside of producing a strong hybrid heir, being with her held no particular interest.But every time I thought of what had happened at the wedding, whatever lingering affection I had
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