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“We were told you were the most dangerous person in the Tri-Cities and gave you the courtesy of treating you as such.”
Radiating nothing in the presence of power is a sign of even more power.
His Mercy was fragile in body if not in spirit. Fragile by werewolf standards, anyway. The whole pack was aware of her vulnerability and driven to protect her to a degree that would infuriate his wife if she knew about it.
“Why does he listen to Stefan, when none of the rest of us could get through?” Adam heard Auriele ask someone quietly. “Because the vampire smells a little of Mercy,” Darryl replied.
Someday in the not-too-distant future, Darryl was going to move on. He was ready for his own pack and was beginning to chafe under orders.
“He told me, the night we left for the New World, that if I became your lover, he would hunt me to the ends of the earth,” Stefan said.
“You Made him,” she said. Wulfe snorted. “I haven’t been his Master for a very, very long time. Any more than he is yours.”
he would have killed Adam, he couldn’t have helped himself. Mercy . . . he won’t see the threat Mercy is until she has his head on a pike. He doesn’t understand that kind of strength. He cannot use his most powerful weapons on her because of what she is, and he has no experience to understand what she is.”
Had he taken one of mine, I still would have come to you for help.
It looked so fragile—I tried to break it, but it wouldn’t break or bend, not with anything I could bring to bear on it in my mind. I fought and fought, pulling frantically on the necklace collar around my neck until blood stained the chain, running down it from my neck and from my fingers. Shhh, said a cool voice. Shhh, you’re breaking my heart, cara. I froze, then looked up from the now-heavy chain to my image of Stefan, which crouched next to me on the stage. I promised, he told me. I promised not to tug on the leash. I promised. Don’t hurt yourself so. I keep my promises, Mercy.
To prove that no matter how old Adam got he would never understand women, telling Honey he was using her as bait for the nastiest vampire on the planet made her happier with his decision.
“She was strong,” Honey said in a low voice. “Strong and brave and true. She had a moral compass that always pointed north. She was like Mercy in that, but without the sense of humor—Lenka took herself and the world very seriously.”
“I think,” said Adam slowly, “that you’ve never let anyone down in your life. You won’t fail for any reason other than that old vampire is just too powerful or too smart—or because the rest of us fail you. I honestly believe that you are our best hope for winning.”
“He will be furious,” said Marsilia. She smiled, a surprisingly sweet expression on such a dangerous woman. “Somehow, when she is destroying other people’s carefully laid plans, she is not so annoying.”
“You wrapped his new and very expensive car around a tree. People still talk about the chocolate Easter bunny incident with awe. And still Bran did not kill you. You escaped from the Lord of Night, Master of Milan. And you want me to think you pathetic?”
Witches are bitches and they’ll burn your britches sure as kittens have itches if you give ’em half a chance.”
Adam didn’t know what was in his face, but Marsilia looked at him and stilled.
Shes afraid of him
Only then did he realize that their entire party—including Elizaveta—had somehow managed to be color-coordinated.
I love them
“A bus,” murmured Marsilia. “At least she never hit one of mine with a bus. I wonder if it was a mark of respect—or the opposite. It doesn’t do to underestimate Mercedes, Jacob, something that I had to learn, too. Did she give you the spiel she likes to bring out now and again about how she’s mostly no more powerful than the average human? It is a most effective speech, because I think she actually believes it.”
And, from the vampire’s carefully blank face, he was fully aware of how Bran’s descent into madness, when his witchborn mother had tried to force Bran to hurt Samuel, Bran’s son, was tied to the myth of Beowulf.
And Bran is nowhere near as protective of his sons as he is of Mercy.
“A lowly woman,” she said with a little growl in her voice. “But after the Great War, Libor said that for me to be last because I would not take a mate was stupid. Clearly, I was more fierce than most of the pack and more clever than any. He set me third behind Martin. It was acceptable—and I buried the ones who objected with my own hands.”
Yas queen. Setting honey up to be third if darryl leaves
To make that exact point, Bran had parked a new, wide-swath, riding lawn mower just outside the field.
Thats where she gets it
“So one and a half vampires for the poor weakling who matched or beat the scorecard for the werewolves.” Martin gave me a look. “All luck, was it? Luck didn’t kill those vampires, did it?”
I didn’t do this hardly at all anymore. Maybe once or twice a month as opposed to the three or four times a day it used to be.
Years later :(
Safe enough, I thought. I’d already proved I could get away from the biggest, baddest vampire in Europe. This shouldn’t be so bad. And I would be going out and doing something.
Mercy no
“If they weren’t living like rich people,” said Jitka in satisfied tones, “then we would have had to give up. This is what living too well does. It makes you weak.”
Gps = weak
For two years, I played the same piece, as badly as I could manage without looking like that was what I was trying to do, at about half the speed it was meant to be played.
She was such a brat lol
Her eyes half-lidded, and she smiled secretly. “Guccio,” she said.
Ah his second. Even not being heir
You are one who walks the path of the dead, he told me. The dead must hear you and obey. These demons, these vampires, have swallowed death to stay on this earth. They are not exempt from your power. In one brief statement, the golem had clarified something that I’d been working through my whole life: that my kind had a purpose, a reason, for existence.
The golem wasn’t solid, not yet, but his presence thickened the air as he leaned his will against mine—and lost.
But if hes solid ?
Adam, I worried about. I had promised him once that I would do everything I could do to live, to survive for his sake. I was still bound by that promise.
Dangerous
Maybe something had happened to the children. And when had Aiden become one of his children?
Daw
“I do not fear the vampires. Bonarata was a child when I was an old, old wolf, and his territory is far from here. Very well, we will protect her from Bonarata’s vampires until you come for her. Where shall I find your mate?”
This was before she even got there
Adam considered it. But it would still mean abandoning Marsilia and Stefan—and that was wrong.
Damn and shes in a cage
Across the room, Marsilia was watching Bonarata with sad eyes. Not hurt or brokenhearted or anything like that, just sad. The way someone would look at a fallen Ajax or Hercules.
“You were bitten,” he said. “Without the pack here to anchor you, a powerful enough vampire can make you remember whatever he wants you to remember. You have to fight it, Adam. Listen to your wolf and fight it.”
“You loved power more than you loved me,” she said. “You chose once as you would choose again.”
“Don’t pretend that was part of your plan. You hurt me, I hurt you back. I broke your rules, fed from Lenka, and tried to break your hold on her. I failed in that, to my regret. You punished me for breaking your rules—but my real crime was hurting you. Was daring to tell you that what you had done, what you were doing, was wrong. I know you, Iacopo. You aren’t sorry for anyone except yourself.”
There was always a lot of debate about what advantages the vampires might have over werewolves. Matt had always felt that it was the need most wolves had to establish dominance by meeting eyes.
“Hauptman can fight,” said Bonarata quietly. For a moment, Matt thought he was being addressed.
Yea u jerk
“Yes,” agreed Marsilia. “He is accounted fourth among all the werewolves in the New World. He is young for such a rank—but this is why it is his.”
Bran charles sam adam ?
Once you have changed your fledgling, for years afterward, sometimes decades and sometimes centuries, you still have to feed them and make sure that they are not misbehaving. Eventually, you hope, they will go out on their own and be able to produce their own children.”
“Would you have avenged me?” Bonarata asked Marsilia softly. “I might have helped Guccio kill you,” she said. “We’ll never know now.”
When he’d first seen her new guise, Adam said, “You could wear a bikini, and I would not let him touch you.”
Marsilia and Stefan could teleport. Maybe Bonarata could also. And wasn’t that just a lovely thought.
He did make them
Neither Bonarata, nor Stefan and Marsilia, had needed an invitation—which was why Adam would never make his pack’s home out of a business.
Mercys garage needed one ?
For two years and more, I have been his slave again. Ending this evening, two hours ago.”
“There were eighteen of us. And the five of us who were our own people, we had our households—our humans. When we came here two years ago, my seethe counted ninety-seven.
Geez 90 dead in 2 years
“These are not sheep, Mercedes. These are the last of our households. The people who served us well and faithfully—only to be turned into . . . what did you call them? Sheep. Mary’s people call them dobytek. Vieh. Cattle. We called them our friends.”
Like stefan
