About the Book:
Two guys who’ve stolen her heart.
Three races and only one of them worthy.
Countless enemies with insatiable bloodlust for power.
Will one girl’s curse ultimately save her?
Half-vampire Brooke Keller barely survived the slaying of her worst enemy, only to learn that Zladislov—the world’s most powerful vampire, leader of the vampire world, and her father—wants her dead. However, this time, she’s not only fighting vampires but a raging monster within her that endangers what’s left of her humanity. And when a deadly disease threatens to take her best friend’s life, Brooke tries to convince Kaitlynn to accept a monster of her own: becoming a Zao Duh.
As a former slave to the Pijawikas, Mirko is driven to protect the innocent at all costs, but he has never faced a foe more formidable than Zladislov. And when the Commission bears down on Brooke, Mirko finds the stream of enemies runs deeper than he ever imagined.
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I chase after the vehicles as they tear down the street. Jaren’s bound and gagged in the first one, and Mirko’s bound and gagged inside the one directly in front of me.
I pick up my speed and dig deep to reach all of my Pijawikan strength, but I can’t tap into it right. No matter how hard I try, I can’t flex my Nestati right to jump space and arrive inside one of the cars, let alone go fast enough to touch the bumper. But when the cars accelerate, I’m able to speed up in tandem with them. What the . . . ?
Fear clutches at my heart. Both Jaren and Mirko captured at the same time. How did this happen?
I don’t know—I can’t remember.
I’m confused, frustrated I can’t gain any ground and do something to help them.
I chase and chase after the cars for what feels like hours, never gaining or losing ground, always the same distance between me and the cars.
The next thing I know, I’m in a big, open space.
A warehouse maybe?
Jaren’s tied to a pole holding up a ceiling beam; Mirko’s tied to another one across the room. Both are still gagged. Both look at me with horror in their eyes.
“Which one will it be?” a gravelly voice behind me asks.
I turn to see a man dressed in a sharp, expensive suit, but I can’t make out his features. They’re blurry, or dull, and when I try to focus on his nose or his chin, it swirls and changes and goes blurry again.
“You have to choose. You can only save one,” the faceless man says.
I turn back to Jaren and Mirko, but now men stand about three feet in front of each of them—holding rifles.
My heart stops.
“You have until my count of three to choose which one you will take the bullet for. “One,” he counts. Confusion drowns me.
Can he really do this?
Are the guns loaded?
Will those men really pull the triggers?
I can’t think.
I don’t know what to do.
I glance back and forth between Mirko and Jaren, both of them screaming at me with terrified eyes to save them.
I step toward Jaren to save him.
I hesitate and turn to Mirko, stepping toward him.
The guns go off and bullets tear into Mirko and Jaren at the same time.
I scream until my voice dies.
I can’t move.
Burnt gunpowder lingers in the air.
The gunfire rings in my ears as their bodies hang from the poles, bloody and broken.
I hesitated too long.
I didn’t save either of them.
I open my eyes to darkness.
My heart pounds, and I verge on hyperventilating.
I try to focus, breathing heavily in and out, and soon the moonlight allows the room to take shape. My desk, the closet door, the corner lamp.
Oh, thank God.
It’s only a dream. But that doesn’t calm me in the slightest.
I jump out of bed, run across the room, and throw open the door.