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silence.
    And then his body hit the ground.

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    Saber felt like an infant, curled up into a fetal position, staring up at flashing
     colors.
    Moving shapes.
    Dipping objects.
    They swirled around his head as some funky music played in the background. Childish
     sounds.
    Lullabies?
    His stared wide-eyed at a soft green object: fluid, moving, twisting like the wind.
     It was covered in frogs—what the heck?—and little blue dragons. Was he hallucinating?
     He opened his mouth to speak, and the sound that came out was garbled and unintelligible.
    Nonsense.
    Random syllables.
    He leaned forward and stared even closer at the object.
    Ah, yes; it was a blanket. And he was somehow tangled up inside of it. He started
     to wiggle and squirm in a desperate effort to get the creepy thing off of him, when
     all at once, he was startled by the sound of loud, disturbing voices.
    “Rafael, no! Please …I’m not ready.”
    A high-pitched voice, the female, the one called Lorna was rushing toward him—how
     was she doing it? Could she fly?—and she looked like a giant. Great Evil Lord S ’nepres , he had to get free from this green and blue restraint!
    He started to cry.
    No…to wail.
    The sounds were just too much, too loud, the vibrations spinning all around him as
     the woman argued with the man. He told her it had to be done, and she begged him not
     to do it. He told her that the Blood would come for the unnamed one and claim him,
     too, if he didn’t hurry, and she bawled like a ninny.
    Saber cringed.
    The one called Rafael was gone now. He had simply left the inconsolable woman kneeling
     on the floor in a pile of her own grief, pleading—nice guy—and now… now she was slowly
     pulling herself up and approaching—
    Approaching what?
    A bassinette?
    Him?
    Saber reached up to grasp his head, and his tiny arms flailed wildly instead. Holy
     Demoness of the Night, he had no control over his body whatsoever. Shit! What was
     this?
    As the giant figure of the woman loomed closer and closer, he folded in on himself
     in a panic. He had to get out! Get away! Stop her!
    Wake up!
    “Wake up!” Ramsey’s thunderous voice pierced the vapor of confusion, and Saber shot
     upright on the cot.
    He was lying in his cell covered in sweat, his feet loosely bound by diamond-studded
     leather straps to the end of the cot.
    “Bad dream, Chief?” Ramsey asked, his husky voice cutting through the haze. “You’ve
     been asleep for about ten hours—didn’t think you were coming back.”
    Saber’s eyes flashed to the sentinel’s, measuring the distinctive hazel orbs for signs
     of truth. Ten hours? What in the world?
    Last he remembered, he had been feeding on someone’s neck. He turned to regard his
     captors; there were two of them present: Ramsey and Saxson Olaru. Last time, it had
     been Santos, right before the duo had…drugged him.
    Still gasping for air, he made a point of slowing down his breathing, and lay back
     on the cot. The sentinels had drugged him, and he must have been dreaming.
    As relief began to wash over him, a funny feeling prickled his spine. Wait a minute.
     Had he been dreaming…or remembering? He swallowed a lump in his throat and ran a tired
     hand through his matted hair. Damn, he needed another shower! The woman he had seen,
     Lorna, had she been real or imaginary? Had he imagined the whole awful scene, or had
     he recalled something while in a drug-induced sleep?
    Impossible , he thought. He couldn’t recall anything between Lorna and Rafael Dzuna, least of
     all the night they sacrificed one of two twins to the Blood—unless…he had been there.
     And how was that even possible?
    He bit a hole in his tongue, as if the action could cut off the thoughts.
    No .
    Absolutely not!
    “What’s going on?” Ramsey asked, as if the sadistic bastard gave a crap. “You look
     like you’ve seen a ghost.”
    Saber stared at him blankly, trying to process all the madness converging in his mind.
     He was Saber