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.""It’s more than that.""Is it?" asked Roman."Don’t forget, and I mean it when I say this, you have no clue what it means to ache for your sire.You want to be with Marley.By taking Marley, she guarantees you come running.Anya knows you’d kill her if she harms your Marley, so stop worrying."Skepticism only mildly described what Sabian felt."You think she won’t hurt her?""I think she believes she wants to, but deep down, she knows it will cost her head, so no.She won’t hurt Marley.Go to them.Allow yourself to be vulnerable.""Vulnerable?""A fractured mind, such as Anya’s, is incapable of thinking beyond surface impulses and desires; she’s like a toddler.She has an agenda, a show to put on, and she probably believes even herself this whole thing is about revenge—remember, impulses and surface thoughts only.But deep down, she knows the price of provoking BloodStar.""How can you be so sure?" It was the first time ever Sabian did not deny the title or the authority it implied."Because a dedicated childe cannot stand to see her sire in pain.Period."Sabian looked at Roman for a moment, studying his eyes through the veil of luminescence that had settled there since they last met.Would he believe in his sire, Roman who was so confident Marley had never been in true danger? Was it no more than a ploy orchestrated by his long renounced childe to be near him?Anya was crazy enough, that much was for certain.Yes, he would listen.He’d come here in search of Roman because his sire knew about such things.If all Kindred sought Roman for solutions to their affairs, and all Kindred trusted him, why shouldn’t Sabian?Because Roman was wrong.But not knowing this, not realizing they both lacked one vital piece of information, Sabian forged ahead."How do I find them?"Chapter Thirty-TwoMarley knew it was foolish to look beneath the bed—there was no way Sam could fit his big shoulders under there—but she was on her hands and knees anyway."We have to find him.""No, we don’t.""He’s gone, Anya.What do you think, he’s just going to pop over to some Internet café to check his email, and then hurry back to his happy home here?"When Anya and Marley had been measuring their hypothetical cocks and comparing who had the bigger balls, Sam slipped out the door, ostensibly for provisions.As Marley had decimated the bag of snacks he brought and neither vampire could remember the big Hunter eating anything since their arrival in Montana, it wasn’t anything to be concerned about.That was two hours ago.Anya didn’t show concern, but Marley could feel she was nervous.Sam's disappearance wasn't the cause; at least she didn't think so.Why would it be? That bitch could sit through a military court marshal with her head on the line and feel just dandy.No, this was something else."I want to go find him," Marley said."You are the biggest imbecile I’ve ever met.""Yeah? You’re the biggest loser I’ve ever met, and the list is long, honey.""Marley, I can’t deny a certain amount of pride I take in your courage, your willingness to take me on, but take caution.I’m still the driver." She put her index finger to Marley’s forehead and pushed."Not you."Marley remembered only a day before when she awoke to Anya’s head games, but not all her tricks were psychological.The strangle marks Anya had left were healed with the change, but Marley would never forget the vampire’s hand wrapped around her slender neck."Okay.Okay, I hear you.But where did he go?""Why is it so important to you?"Because you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone."Because it is.""He is quite something, isn’t he?" asked Anya, and Marley hated that knowing sing-song bullshit."Aren’t we all?"Sam was a third of the way back to Fort Collins.He’d been forced to take the bull by the horns and kick this thing into gear.What the fuck was taking the BloodStar so long? From what Sam could tell, Anya would have had them in that room for the next three weeks if that was what it took, but he wouldn’t have survived.The more pissy those two got with each other, the more they would have looked to him to liven the games with blood, sweat and semen.Didn’t sound half bad, to be honest, but that was his addiction talking [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]