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was no other third party. No way to circumvent the
inevitable path. Really, even with those two options, she knew who the killer
was. She knew who would be waiting for her at the end of this road.
    Tears stream
down Haley’s cheeks.
    It wasn’t
sadness.
    It was grit.
    Her teeth,
were jammed together.
    Her face was
ice.
    She saw the
needle in her mind, the needle that had suddenly appeared in Brock’s hand.
Where had it come from? What possible explanation could he have for stabbing
her with it? How … How could his love be nothing more than a fairytale? A
fabrication?
    A complete
lie.
    She looked
outside the window. Recognized the area.
    No doubt, she
was on her way to the house of all things corrupt and evil. The VDA. Vampire
Dating Agency. Blackened at its root. Rotten to its core. As the gates came,
and the car slowed down, she could even see the figure waiting for her in the
distance. The tall man, standing on the front steps. His arms at his sides.
    “No,” Haley
whispered.
    The gates
opened for the car.
    “NO!” Haley
shouted.
    Brock’s
lightning blue eyes shot through the space between them, breaking Haley’s heart
to pieces.
    She had
prepared herself.
    Put up the
walls in advance to protect from the hurt.
    But still the
hurt came. It flowed across the walls like blood and venom, melting everything
in its path.
    And perhaps
in that moment…
    Haley knew
what love truly was.

 
    CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
     
     
    The Count was coming for her. Nadine
could feel it. She could feel his mind moving in her direction. Once Annabel
had left she waited a couple of minutes on the balcony before returning inside.
She walked across to the stairs leading down to the ballroom downstairs, where
many vampires had met their prospective dates and partners that evening. This
is where Haley had been. When Madame Nightshade was first introducing her to
each of her perspective suitors.
    Nadine could
see it. As though it was happening to her.
    As though she
was there.
    From on top
this balcony the killer had peered down at her and made his selection of the
crowd. But it was almost as though he had already known in advance what he was
about to do. It had all been figured out ahead of time…
    Nadine shook
her head. The images were fading.
    She then felt
something else.
    A shadow
creeping up the wall.
    She was being
hunted.
    Nadine bowed
her head and strode through the carpeted pathway. She passed through a fork and
then found herself approaching the Count’s study. The door was open as she’d
left it.
    “Any luck
with the database –” Nadine began as she entered the room.
    Her eyes shot
from the Count who was standing over the desk, to Maurice who was motionless in
the chair, his head obliterated.
    “You really
are a killer aren’t you?” Nadine said angrily. “I wonder how you’ll do with
prey that’s isn’t cornered.”
    The door then
slammed behind her.
    A shadow
moved out behind it.
    Nadine turned
to find herself being set upon by the vampiress, Kendra Armistice.
    “You were saying?”
Kendra hissed.

 
    CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
     
     
    “Haley? Slow down. What are you –?”
    But it wasn’t
time for words. It wasn’t time for manipulation.
    There was no
fucking way he was going to get in.
    Ever.
    Brock put his
arms up to shield himself as Haley sprung up from the road. Her left foot took
out his right arm. Her right foot, his left. In the same breath she found
herself at eye level with him, smashing her skull into his.
    Brock
staggered back, his whole body deflating.
    But the light
in his eyes seemed to grow brighter.
    “Okay,” he
said. “That’s – I deserved that –”
    Haley wasn’t
finished. She ran at him, her fists curled into balls of steel, lunging at
figure in a frenzy. Brock made a feeble attempt to block her, but once it was
broken through, more blows were landed to his chest and head.
    His knees
bent.
    He wasn’t
fighting her.
    He could
barely even defend himself.
    “Stop
please,” he