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“Of course. You’re just here to wish me a good freaking morning.” Hurry up, sun, rise. Stupid prediction.
“Born.”
“Slayed Grim.”
The whispers drifted to her.
Dee inched forward. Simon stayed right beside her.
“Your good old leader Grim deserved the death he got.” Actually, he’d probably deserved a much more painful death, but she didn’t exactly have the do-over option. “He was a sick freak, and he needed to be put down.” Probably not what these vamps were looking to hear.
Tough. She wasn’t going to sugarcoat things. Her eyes scanned the lot. Okay, that made seven total enemy vamps. She and Simon could take them.
“We’re not here to kill you.” The vampire still didn’t look up. Dee realized the vamps had formed a semicircle around her room. She tensed.
Simon has my back. And he did. He stood with her, strong and steady.
“Good,” she told them, determination firing her blood. “Because I’m not dying today.” No, she wouldn’t. She’d just found something to live for and she wasn’t about to give it up.
Screw off, Catalina.
“Are we?” The quiet question floated in the air.
Her brows snapped together and Dee glanced at Simon. A quick, fast glance.
Surrounded. It hit her then. Vampires surrounded her.
But Simon was one of those vamps, and she trusted him. With her life and her heart.
“Are you going to kill us?” the woman asked, still not looking Dee’s way. Her long, blond hair covered her face. Dee stared at her as a chill skating its way down her spine.
“That depends.” Let’s try for some honesty. “If you’re twisted like Grim and you get off on hurting humans, then, yeah, I’ll come after you. It’s what I do.” That wouldn’t change. She’d seen too many innocents die. No way would she let a killer walk.
“And you think some vampires can live…without hurting others?”
Before, she hadn’t. But she’d been blinded by her own rage back then. She was finally starting to see straight now. It had just taken dying to open her eyes. “Yeah, I do.” Her fingers were wrapped so tightly around the stake that the wood bit into her palm.
She stared at the line of vamps and wondered who would move first. Who would attack. Dee wouldn’t draw first blood, but she would make sure she drew the last drops.
“We waited for you.” The woman looked at her then. A long scar cut across her cheek. A scar she must have gotten long ago. In another life. “Waiting was so hard…”
“We’ve been waiting for you, Sandra Dee…” Words from that terrible night. Grim’s men. Waiting for her death.
But these vampires had been waiting, too—for what? Her eyes narrowed as she watched them. Studied them. And, finally, understood them.
Born.
They’d been waiting for her to free them.
The vampires began to drift away.
Simon’s hands settled on her shoulders. “I told you, Dee. Sometimes, monsters are made.”
And sometimes they were Taken.
A tear tracked down the blond vamp’s cheek. “My son…”
That was all she had to say. Dee understood. Grim had played his twisted games with everyone.
