"What are the others?" Bella asked, shoving the book back in its place."This one is a seventeenth-century guide to vampires, written by William H. Winters," he said, holding up a large black tome. "He was one of the most influential members of the Family and largely responsible for a little debacle some folks call the Salem Witch Trials. Or, as her teacher probably likes to call him, Great Uncle Bill."Bella was lightheaded again, and her temples were pounding, but there was no vampire mind control or mark to blame it on now. Only horror. "We have to get out of here," she said, staggering to her feet."Hang on," Hunter said, plucking a red leather book from the drawer before shoving it back under the bed. "This might come in handy.""Just come on," Bella said, kneeling down to replace the key. Once Hunter was out, she turned out the lights and shut the door before racing toward the stairs. Hunter tucked the book inside his jacket and zipped it up, following close behind he
“In Sandra's desk,” Bella said sadly.“This is a hunter's ring,” said Ulric. He passed it back to Hunter. “Do you know which branch of the Family it belongs to?”Hunter took the ring and examined it closely. “It's from the Burns line, definitely. Second-oldest after the Winters line.”“Burns?” Bella's stomach flipped. “That's the last name of the man I killed at the rest stop. That has to be a coincidence, right?” She asked, looking to Hunter.He shook his head somberly. “Remember what I told you the other night, Bella. When it comes to the Family—”“There are no coincidences,” Bella finished for him, collapsing back in the chair.“I also found this,” said Hunter, unzipping his jacket to reveal the scarlet book. It really looked more like a journal now that Bella was looking at it closely. He undid a bronze latch that was keeping the leather cover in place. There was no title that she could see, and the first few pages appeared blank save for a rather long handwritten dedi
As Ulric walked up the stairs, Bella returned her focus to Clarence. “Dude, you have to chill out.” He narrowed his eyes. “Considering all the chaos you've been causing, I'd say I've been pretty chill with you.” “Not me, Hunter. You're totally creeping him out.” Her words clearly startled him. “What? Did he say that?” He slumped onto the couch and gave her a look that made her feel like she'd just kicked a puppy. A big puppy with scary, icy blue eyes who could fold her in half if he wanted to. “More or less,” Bella admitted. “He says you're being uber-chivalrous with him and that combined with the creepy stalker stare I saw tonight is not making a really great first impression.”He groaned, running a hand over his carefully swept-back hair. “I didn't think it was that obvious.”“Well, it is. I know we don't get along, but honestly, I'm really disappointed in you,” she said, getting more irritated the more she thought about it. “I never imagined you
“Close the door and have a seat,” said Victor. Bella did as he said, taking the only seat available in front of his desk. “Victor, I'm so sor—”He held his hand up to silence her. “I don't blame you, I blame myself. My love for you has made me complacent and oblivious to your more self-destructive tendencies. I acted carelessly tonight in assuming that you would choose to obey me rather than go after your friend. In the future, I won't be so careless— or so lenient.” Bella listened quietly as he spoke, unable to look him in the eye. He seemed to pause in expectation of an interruption that wasn't going to happen. “Ulric has called to have alarms installed around the entire perimeter of the Lodge. Even if I'm not here, someone will be close enough to grab you if you manage to slip out. The code will change randomly throughout the day, so even if you compel someone to give it to you, it won't remain the same for long. When you're not being escorted direc
“Are you sure, pup?” It was the first time Victor had posed any question seeking her opinion in his dungeon room once a session had begun.“Yes, Master.”“Sign it, then.”He placed a silver pen in her hand, and she signed the document. It was much shorter than their original contract, mostly because the list of exclusions and conditions was gone. This document was far more basic with a simple declaration that she, as the submissive fleur, was entrusting her well-being and all decisions regarding it to Victor, her Master.She gave the pen back to Victor and hoped this particular contract wouldn't find its way into the stack on Ulric's desk. “Good. Now that the formalities are out of the way,” he said, moving to stand in front of her. His hand swept across her cheek, but the brief moment of tenderness ended abruptly when he grabbed her shirt and ripped it open. The pieces fell around her feet as he set to work on undoing her jeans.Victor was so restrained t
He rested his fingertips against his temples, and Bella closed her eyes as she felt him slipping in. The invasion was far more intimate and forceful than anything he had done to her body, and she resisted it instinctively as fury overtook her on the brink of orgasm. She could feel him shifting past her carefully constructed walls, and her power wanted him out, even if her conscious decision was to give him control. A low growl she'd never heard before escaped her throat, and for a moment, she wanted nothing more than to rip into the nearest person's throat. Rage was making it impossible to remember that she happened to love the only two people who were close. “Should you stop?” Brendan's voice was worried. It sounded distant, like it was coming from another room. “No, it's fine. This is what happens when you use force to break past a vampire's defenses. Bella!” Victor's voice called her back to herself, at least partially. His hands hovered over either side of her head, and his thu
“Yeah, she'll call if anything goes wrong,” Bella promised. “Except maybe if something goes wrong with Foster. He's a bit of a hypochondriac and she comes in here at least twice a day with an 'emergency,'” Clara said, sighing. “Just do what I do. Go on WebDoc and show him proof that whatever he's experiencing isn't some horrible rare disease.” “Got it. And these?” Bella asked, gesturing to Clara's files. “I'm just sorting them alphabetically. They go on that rack over there, and then I was going to change the linens on all the cots, but you don't need to do any of that.” “I'll do it,” Bella said immediately. “I've used the laundry room before, it's no trouble.” “Are you sure?” Bella pushed her gently toward the door. “Go, we'll be fine. Get some rest and eat something, but not necessarily in that order.” She sighed, her shoulders drooping in relief. “Thank you.” Bella smiled. “Anytime, Clara.” Once she closed the door, Bella took a deep breath and knocked on the private room's
Bella smiled a little. “That's what I called Darian the first time I saw his wolf form, you know.” “Yeah, and we all know how well that relationship turned out.” “Maybe, but Darian's wolf form looks like a stuffed animal compared to Victor's,” Bella admitted. “He just needs some time to adjust to you.” “Why can't you sedate him?” Brendan asked, changing the subject. “You were there when Victor blocked me from being able to use mind control without his permission,” Bella reminded him. “Calming is a form of mind control.” “Huh. Mind-control-ception.” “Tell me about it.” “Where is Victor, anyway? Can't he just calm Maverick down himself?” “He's in meetings all day and Clara is taking a much-needed nap. She's not getting woken up for anything short of a mortal wound if I can help it.” “So what can we do? He's already been stressed out enough.” “I had an idea. Make all the jokes you want, but I've had two wolf mates and both times their scents were enough to comfort me no matter w
Bella froze when she realized what she was doing and tossed the pieces in the empty bread basket to hide the evidence. “Sorry,” she murmured, blushing. “You uh, get my blood boiling.”“I can tell,” he said, blinking. He looked down at his hands. “I'm sorry. I had no idea I was that intolerable.”“But you're not,” Bella said earnestly. “You make me angrier than anyone else, but you also make me laugh more than anyone else. You push me, sometimes to the brink of sanity, but she's a better person when she's with him. He's all of those annoying things, but he's also sweet and funny and protective and so compassionate toward the other members of the pack. He's a natural-born leader, and a good one. Whenever she sees the way he is with the other wolves, the way he cares for them and puts their needs above his own without even thinking, she falls a little more in love with him.” He stared at her in shock. “You love me? And you're admitting that freely?”Bella laughed, embarrassed. T
Bella reached across the table and rested her hand on his forearm. “You make it sound like I'm the one who's out of your league and not the other way around.” His eyebrows knit into a perplexed frown. He finally relaxed as if he'd given up trying to figure out whatever it was that was bothering him. “You are. Even aside from the fact that you're probably one of the mythological creatures our entire religion is based on, I don't deserve you. Neither does he, but I'm a big enough man to admit that Vic is a hell of a lot closer to being worthy of you than I am.” “Don't be so sure about that,” Bella said with a wry smile. “You both have your positive qualities.” “And negative ones, I'm sure.” Bella smiled wider.“Well, let's have it. Give me the side-by-side analysis,” he said, sitting back and folding his hands studiously on the table in front of him since he had already finished his meal.She laughed, but stopped abruptly when she realized he wasn't kidding. “You're
Bella reached across the table and rested her hand on his forearm. “You make it sound like I'm the one who's out of your league and not the other way around.” His eyebrows knit into a perplexed frown. He finally relaxed as if he'd given up trying to figure out whatever it was that was bothering him. “You are. Even aside from the fact that you're probably one of the mythological creatures our entire religion is based on, I don't deserve you. Neither does he, but I'm a big enough man to admit that Vic is a hell of a lot closer to being worthy of you than I am.” “Don't be so sure about that,” Bella said with a wry smile. “You both have your positive qualities.” “And negative ones, I'm sure.” Bella smiled wider.“Well, let's have it. Give me the side-by-side analysis,” he said, sitting back and folding his hands studiously on the table in front of him since he had already finished his meal.She laughed, but stopped abruptly when she realized he wasn't kidding. “You're
“Not sweet, innocent Clara,” Bella said doubtfully. “Oh, I've caught Jason coming out of her apartment once or twice.” “Jason and Clara?” Bella blanched. “But he's so... He chuckled at her reaction. “I know. Doubt he's her type, but the moon makes everyone go crazy, especially unmated fleurs. The rest of us try to stick to our subs, but what happens on a full moon stays on a full moon.”“Until now,” Bella reminded him. “You just told me.”“Hey, you didn't hear it from me.”Bella grinned mischievously. “Nope. I'm thinking now I own you.”“I don't go that way, kiddo. Not even for you,” he scoffed. “Now, if you ever decide you want a new master...”“My contract with Victor isn't exclusive. And don't try to change the subject.”“Sheesh. Okay, fine. It's probably already pretty obvious, but Brendan and Clarence don't just take care of Foster's emotional needs. They share him as a sub, but there's no relationship there otherwise. I'm pretty sure even that's tapered off since
"Are all the others out?" Bella asked, noting that the lot was almost empty. "Most of them," he said. "Clara and your dad are still around, as usual. Vic has been holed up in his office all day. Hunter and Clarence are still frolicking in the woods somewhere. Brendan was heading out with Maverick last I heard and uh, I think I saw Sarah with Jason." Anger started to boil inside Bella, but it couldn't take hold for some reason. "Oh, whatever," she muttered. "As long as she's leaving Dad alone." He glanced at her as he turned onto the road that led past campus. "That's a surprisingly zen attitude you got there." "I'm trying out a new approach to life," Bella said, admiring the heavily forested path. He shrugged. "Hey, I'm not complaining as long as you're okay.""I'm okay," Bella said. For the first time in a long time, she meant it.No one said a word for the rest of the ride. Darian took them into the city, or at least what passed for one in their little section o
A knock at the door jolted Bella awake from the most delightful nap. Despite the dull throbbing in her head, she woke feeling more refreshed and alive than she had in recent memory. “Be right there,” she called, yawning as she sat up. Her head spun a bit once she got to her feet, but it wasn't bad enough to make her stagger.On her way to the door, she noticed something strange about her room. All her stuff was there, but it looked like half of the room had been cleared out. Before the thought could trouble her too much, she remembered that Victor had probably just come for the remainder of his old things. She did have his old room, after all. Strange that he wouldn't have mentioned it, though.She shrugged it off and pulled the door open to find Darian waiting on the other side. At least, she thought it was Darian. The man before her had lightly slicked back hair, a stark contrast from his usual tousled brown locks. He wasn't wearing a suit or anything, but for Darian, a gray b
When Bella turned around, he was walking toward her calmly. She pressed herself against the door and struggled to slow her fluttering pulse as she looked around the room for escape. The window was too far to reach, and even if she did somehow manage to escape, she would only be prolonging the inevitable. Once Victor set his mind on something, no matter how horrible that something was, he got it. It briefly occurred to her that maybe that was why he was doing this. Maybe he thought his will had been strong enough to conquer her own and that removing all traces of it was the only way she would truly be free to choose. “I'm sorry, pup. I didn't want this to be a traumatic experience,” he murmured. “I was planning on waiting until tomorrow night, but it's just as well that I don't have time to talk myself out of this.” “Please don't do this,” she begged for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I don't want to forget you.” “You won't forget me,” he said softly. “J
“Of course,” Bella said, startled that he felt like he had to ask. “Well, I know you didn't like him so I just thought...” He trailed off, losing his enthusiasm for a moment. “Thank you. It would mean a lot to have you there. Victor is coming, and he said your dad would probably want to come, too.” He glanced toward the stairs. “I'll let you go; I have to find Brendan.” “He's probably still out with the others celebrating, but I know he was planning on seeing if you wanted to go out later,” Bella said carefully. “Oh, darn. I wanted to invite him, but I'll just have to wait until later. Bye, Bella!” he waved, already halfway down the hall. “Bye, Mav.” Bella waved back, mystified. Barely recovered from the macabre interaction, she knocked on Victor's office door and waited for permission before she entered. “Aren't you supposed to be with him?” was his immediate response. “Hi to you, too,” Bella muttered, walking over to his desk.He gave her an apologetic sm
“I'm fine,” Bella lied, brushing past her. She grabbed Bella's arm before she could head up the stairs. “You're a terrible liar,” she said, sounding a bit disappointed. “You get that from your father, obviously. Tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help.” “I went out to watch the others shift,” Bella said, leaning on the railing. “Now there's an all-American pastime,” she said, casting a lustful glance in the direction of the forest. “Honey, trust me, if your boy toys are upset about you sneaking a little peek at the competition, they probably don't have the equipment for the job in the first place.” “That's not it!” Bella snapped. “And they both have plenty of equipment for the—they're both well equipped, okay?” Bella stammered. “That's not what this is about.” “No?” She blinked. “Then what?” “I left the Lodge by myself. Months ago, Victor put a mental block up that would keep me from leaving the Lodge without permission,” Bella said. “It was our trade