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    “Don’t want to tell me?” Murdoch says. “Then I’ll leave tonight to dig on my own, now that I know what you were—”
    “What I am. I’m still a killer for hire.”
    “Look at yourself.” Murdoch seems to stifle his exasperation. “Who’d hire you?”
    His face heats. “Fuck off, Murdoch.” His brother makes him sound like a washed-up failure.
    Which he doesn’t give a damn about—except that he doesn’t want the female to believe this.
    The one who isn’t real. The one I’m about to see.
    Almost sunset... any second now. At the window she flickers in the last of the muted light. He begins to make out a more distinct shape.
    “Very well,” Murdoch says as he stands. “Con, you can resist us because you hate what we are or because you resent our actions. But don’t fight just because you’re prideful and stubborn.”
    He gives a grin, a hint of the old Murdoch. “What am I saying? If you weren’t prideful and stubborn, you wouldn’t be Conrad Wroth.” He traces out.
    Shortly after, Sebastian enters and turns on the overhead light. The glare blazes, and she disappears.
    “Turn it off!”
    “What? Why?”
    “My eyes pain me. Do it.”
    With a shrug, Sebastian flips off the switch, then sits with his long legs stretched out in front of him.
    “I understand the anger you feel for Nikolai and Murdoch,” Sebastian begins in a measured tone. “I hated them too, you know. For so long, I yearned for revenge. But life can be good again. Better than ever before.”
    “According to you? There’s nothing wrong with my life.” Everything’s wrong with my life... .
    How much longer till I can see her?
    “Then you’ll like it even better sharing it with your fated Bride,” Sebastian continues. “She’ll calm you, and will help you find clarity. I was on the edge myself before I met mine. One day I had nothing, no real home, no friends, no family. Then as soon as I recognized her as mine, suddenly there was possibility.”
    Sebastian’s obviously musing about her right at this moment, his expression so satisfied.
    Sickening. “I want you to meet Kaderin soon. Once you’re recovered.”
    They’re acting like it’s a given that I’ll heal.
    Impossible. He would know if there was a way to come back from bloodlust. There is no return. No instance of it.
    But his brothers’ confidence forces him to wonder.
    “Kaderin’s had... well, her history with fallen vampires is extensive, even for a Valkyrie.”
    “Kaderin the Coldhearted?” he asks with a slow nod. “An assassin like me. Rumored she snaps vampires’ fangs from their decapitated heads, strings them together for her collection. Sounds really fucking calming, Bastian.”
    Darker outside... The female appears backlit by an iridescent source. He can’t discern her features yet. But he can see the outline of her figure. His lips part. Of her breasts.
    Sebastian shrugs.
    “Like I said, Kaderin has a long history with them. Which means we’re fighting on the same side. Who knows, you might even have a Valkyrie for a Bride.”
    Darker. Valkyrie were strange, fey-looking women, with far too much strength for their small bodies—and no hesitation to wade into battles or start wars. If one was his Bride, he’d greet dawn.
    Dark.
    And there the female is.
    Though her image is flickering and colorless like an old TV show, he can make out her dress and her bared arms and shoulders. She’s turned away as though perched on the window seat, with her head leaning against the window. He begins to see that she’s not entirely colorless.
    Her nails, her choker, and the ties at her bodice are all a deep crimson.
    Are those red petals sprinkled in her wild hair?
    The more he can discern of her hazy form, the more he... likes.
    She’s small in stature, but she has generous breasts. His hands fist behind him again, his fangs subtly aching for that plump flesh. He’s never drunk from a woman—and why in the hell has he never drunk from a