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The mice squeaked again.
“Tell that guy we don’t answer to him.” The white one, which Snow had named Sunshine, raised her head and wiggled her nose.
Little did others know, the mice understood human languages, humans just couldn’t understand the mice.
“What did that one say?” Markane’s eyes grew wide.
“We are not that one and they.” Midnight whipped his tail, annoyed.
“They are so cute.” Abacus grinned.
The vamps were so easily distracted by anything that entertained them.
“Who’s he calling cute?” Sunshine bared her teeth. “He won’t think I’m cute when I bite his nose.”
“No one is biting anyone.” Snow shouldn’t have said that out loud.
“What? They want to bite me?” Abacus jolted backward.
Markane shoved him back to the bars. “What are you afraid of? Just stomp on them. You’re not that small.”
“That’s right.” Abacus pounded a fist to his chest. “I’m not afraid of mice.”
Midnight and Sunshine squeaked louder and faster and slapped their tails on the hay.
Snow had enough. “All right!” She stood and ruffled her feathers. Time to make some demands. “Listen. I have a plan to save your king and Eva. First, tell me where you’re holding Dawn. Then take us to Asmodeus’s castle and bring your sentinels, and I’ll bring mine.”
“You have an army?” Markane tilted his head, confused.
“I know a particular vampire queen. And I have lots of small sentinels.” Snow glanced down at her two little friends. “Want to have some fun?”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Memories
Evangeline
“Give me your greatest fear.” The drakon’s voice echoed in my mind through the bright light.
When the blinding light vanished, Victus and I were inside a cave. I was lying on the ground, my chest facing the high jagged ceiling and him knelt beside me.
The torchlight above us highlighted his handsome face and lightened his brown eyes. What happened to his slicked-back hair, now touching his shoulders?
“You’re going to be fine.” Victus stroked my face, his voice tender, unlike the way he ever spoke to me before.
Sweat beaded my forehead and my body weighed heavy as a boulder. I felt too exhausted to get up. What was wrong with me? How did we get to this point? I should be appalled to be so close to him, and yet I felt safe and loved.
Victus smiled and brushed strands of hair away from my face. “Joleen, my love, welcome our baby.”
Joleen? The name I’d heard in my dreams before, but I was not her. I must be seeing her past through her eyes. And Joleen had golden hair with dark strands like mine. No wonder Victus looked confused and kept staring at my hair.
But why would I have her dreams? Were we connected somehow?
Someone wearing a cloak placed an infant swathed in a blanket on my stomach. The baby had dark hair and eyes as violet as mine.
Victus stroked the baby’s face. “She’s beautiful like her mother. She’s a precious gift.”
“Then we shall name her Nadira,” I said.
