![]() ![]() Sebastian glanced at Wayren, who was looking at Ylito over Victoria. She raised her free arm, near Sebastian, to brush some of the water from her eye. “Why did you do that?” she said, glaring up at Ylito, who’d tipped the vial over her face. The cold seeped down into her hair and over the warm skin of her neck, and she jerked beneath her restraints. Someone’s-Max’s-fingers tightened around her left arm, keeping it pinned onto the bed beneath her, and before she could react with the anger and confusion erupting inside her, a splash of water caught her over the face. “Beauregard!”Īs memory sliced through the fuzziness, she tried to pull up, but her ankles and one of her wrists were caught fast. ![]() ![]() “What-” Her head felt soupy and her eyelids heavy, and suddenly she remembered. The vampire hunters-of which she was the leader. She knew from the pattern on the stone walls behind them that she was in the Consilium, the secret, subterranean space belonging to the Venators. Ylito and Hannever stood above Victoria’s head, frozen and watchful. A ring of faces looked down at her: Max, his face shadowed but sharp-eyed Sebastian, golden-haired and tense Wayren, near the foot of the bed, her pale oval face tight. ![]()
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