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I stepped away, but not to avoid another blast zone. Right, I had more work to do.

Or morning, as dawn was only a couple hours away. I hoped so, yet I doubted it. I was sick of square one, hence my talking Vlad into letting me do some psychic spying tonight.


But turning into a vampire had caused me to lose those, and no one knew if their loss was permanent. Nothing but blank expressions stared back at him. For a second, his shields cracked, searing me with his emotions before that invisible wall slammed down again. On the outside, Vlad looked like the very picture of self-control, but inside, he was Mount Vesuvius right before it blew.

Vlad grasped my arm and began to propel me out of the ballroom. Our guests gave us a wide berth, no doubt glad to have his attention directed away from them. After Vlad slammed the ballroom door behind us, it would have been redundant anyway.

Playing dead worked when confronted with an angry grizzly, but Vlad was more like a dragon. You either fought back or you got your ass burned off while you ran away. His gaze turned to emerald as it raked over me. They were green with fury, yes, but something else lurked in them.

An emotion I rarely saw in Vlad. Plus, he did have a point. One of them had even succeeded. Yes, if my family drank enough of his blood, he could add decades to their life span. Vlad backed me against the nearest wall, ripping away his emotional shields along with the front of my costume.

Not that it mattered. I loved him with the same crazed intensity, craved him more than the blood I now needed to survive—and no one maddened me more than Vlad. We had that in common, too. Yet with every emotion that seethed through mine, he was urging me not to. I took that dare, gripping his hair and using those long dark strands to pull him closer. His mouth was hard yet sensual as it bruised and tantalized mine, until not even moans could make it past my lips. He kissed me as though he wanted to punish me with pleasure, and when he ripped his tuxedo open and his bare flesh touched mine, I shuddered.

My hands left his hair to pull away the remaining pieces of his shirt. Hot, muscled flesh seared my breasts as he crushed me closer. A growl of dark carnality left him when my hand traveled down his taut stomach and into his pants. He wrapped my legs around his waist, using his body to pin me to the wall while he tore at the lower half of my costume.

My fangs scored his tongue, flavoring our kiss with the coppery taste of his blood. I sucked it from his tongue while rubbing myself against the hard length that jutted along my thigh.

His grip tightened, and when he pulled my hips hard against his, I arched upward in blind, blatant need.

His first thrust made me cry out at the rapturous burn within. The rest of the cries I made were of pure ecstasy, and they went on until dawn stole my consciousness away. The bedroom drapes were open when I awoke, showing the rosy shades of a late afternoon Romanian sky.

My progress fighting against the anesthetic effects of the sun was improving. The side of the bed where Vlad slept was empty, of course. Usually, he made a point to be in the bedroom when I woke up, but not today. A covered mug was on the nightstand closest to me, the warm, rich scent of blood emanating from it. I forced myself to grasp it slowly instead of snatching it up like I wanted to.

For one, I was trying to get full control over my hunger, so falling on it like an animal would defeat the purpose. Not wear it.

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After I finished my liquid breakfast, something shiny caught my eye on the nightstand. Right, my wedding ring. This was the ring Vlad had worn when he was prince of Wallachia, now called Romania. I ran my right hand over the ring until the jewels that made up the tiny dragon cut my fingers, yet nothing changed.

It was as if the ancient heirloom were dead. Only one thing would make an object feel that way after I touched it with my right hand. I was already sure, but I went over to the fireplace and rammed my hand into a glowing log anyway.

The fire caressed my skin instead of burning it—the way it would to only one other vampire in the world. Shock gave way to anger, then anger to fury. At some point since I left the ballroom last night, Vlad must have coated me with a massive dose of his aura.

This time, passion had claimed my full attention. Not with the incredible control Vlad had over his power. With one imperious move, Vlad had made a Magic 8 Ball more supernaturally intuitive than me. I whirled, seeing Vlad in the farthest corner of the bedroom. He stood so still that he almost blended into the tall furniture next to him.

You already died once when an enemy used your recklessness and overconfidence in your abilities against you. No matter what happened, nothing seemed to be able to smother that ability. Being fireproof had more than one advantage. Deep down, I was also afraid. But whenever he loves something, he ends up destroying it. Vlad released me, walking out of our room without another word. I let him go, fighting to get control over my wildly swinging emotions. Despite his infuriating act, I still loved Vlad and he loved me.

Not so long ago, that was all I wanted out of life.

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Now that I had it, I needed to make it work without surrendering my will, identity or abilities. Vlad had survived for hundreds of years by being ruthless and calculating. No wonder he treated our marriage like a war he had to win. Chapter 4 I sat next to Vlad in his luxurious private aircraft. Compromise Lesson One: Pull a dick move, and your dick gets denied.

Every woman knew that, and now, so did the vampire sitting next to me. In fact, it might be messing with my emotions more than his. If Vlad thought a few days of flashing his skin—glistening when wet, highlighting those ripped muscles, hollows and sinews while that steam reminded me of how hot he felt deep inside.

Abstinence was merely the first step in my plan. Hopefully soon, because Lesson One sucked. In Romanian, the pilots announced that we were about to land. I glanced out the window, seeing mostly darkness below. An eye roll preceded his response. I stifled a snort. After a bumpy landing, the plane taxied to a stop. When the door opened, I was surprised to see we were in a small clearing in the middle of a field.

I followed after him, not speaking until we were too far away for the pilots to hear. And why here? Now Vlad did turn toward me, his smile becoming jaded.

When people have nowhere else to go, they usually go home. I shivered. You lose again! I turned around, seeing a tall, thickly muscled man next to the river that ran along the edge of the crops.

The wariness in his gray gaze was certainly familiar. So that was the field we were in. Then his voice hardened. You know. That old bro spat. I kept my nose from wrinkling out of sheer will. Maximus threw me a sardonic smile. Inside, it was slightly less decrepit, though the floor had patches of dirt poking through the stone near the front. Water was visible through the back, but that looked to be deliberate, as if part of the house had been built on top of the river.

Since it looked as old as Maximus, it was possible. Both men seemed to expect me to take it. I remained standing, still racking my brain to figure out why we were here. I never expected him to successfully fake his own death, let alone wait three hundred years to exact his revenge, yet here we are. He was right: Szilagyi would never suspect that of him.

He knew Vlad too well. My hopes began to lift. Maybe, Vlad was closer to learning how to compromise than I realized. This was practically him completing Step Two, in fact. But still. Why are you really offering me this? At last, he shrugged. Instead, his mouth twitched into a shadow of a smile. Maximus let that twitch slide into a smile that looked anticipatory and relieved at the same time.

I suppressed my smile. He flashed a wicked grin at Gretchen. My sister gave a final glower at Vlad before she answered. I winced, both at the assault on my supernaturally sensitive hearing and the reason behind it.

Gretchen had run out to see us when we arrived at the lovely Tuscan house Vlad had hidden them in, but my father stayed in his room. Vlad caught my gaze, his brow rising.

I shook my head. Hugh Dalton would have to come to terms with that on his own. Had one of his staff been loose lipped? She huffed.

First calling him Dracula, then bringing up Szilagyi successfully faking his death twice? Then her mouth quirked as she looked at me. Harder to kill you a second time, right? To punctuate that point, Vlad stood. Besides, when Vlad was in a mood, sometimes it was better to leave him alone. At least for a little while. I forced a smile as I turned back to Gretchen. It was easy to figure out which of the remaining rooms Vlad was in. His aura filled the house, the power he gave off ominous in its potency even when it also felt relaxed.

Like a sleeping dragon, I thought, spying him through the half-open door at the end of the hall. Vlad was in a chair, his long legs stretched out on a nearby ottoman.

He must have fallen asleep while using his tablet. I stared at him in silence. Even before that, it had been a rarity. Was it my new, super-sharp vision or did he look a little different with his features relaxed in slumber? Sure, those winged brows were just as prominent, but his lips were parted instead of curled into the sardonic half smile he usually wore. Closed eyelids hid the penetrating stare he so often leveled at others and for a few moments, the changes let me imagine that I could see hints of the innocence Vlad must have had, once upon a time when he was human.

Did he have any happy memories from his childhood?

As a child, had he ever been afraid of the dark? I leaned down, wanting to touch him but not wanting him to wake up yet— Flames blasted into me. I screamed, throwing up my arms in instinctive defense before I remembered that I was currently fireproof.

Szilagyi must have found us! Was he hurt? Then water hit us, soaking our clothes and filling me with fresh panic. Shouts from his guards echoed my urgency. Just as abruptly, he let me go, barking out an order in Romanian that caused the guards rushing down the hallway to skid to a stop. Ceiling sprinklers, activated by the fire that must have come from. Vlad, I realized as I glanced around the room. No one was in here with us and no one was attacking from outside.

He was trying to shoulder his way past the five vampire guards who looked as perplexed as I did over what had just happened. A door slammed on his emotions, too, cutting off the geyser that had erupted out of him almost as violently as those flames had. The sprinklers, however, kept dousing us with water.

Vlad turned to me. His reply came out through gritted teeth. His mouth twisted into a smile that was part annoyed, part challenging. In two strides, we were at the window, and then he was flying me through it.

Chapter 6 Tuscany was beautiful at night. Eventually, Vlad set us down at the edge of a vineyard, leading me beneath a gnarled tree that might have been as old as he was, judging from its height and girth. Vlad left me by that thick trunk to pace a few feet away. Do you know why it was more unbearable?

How could anything be worse than that? His gaze filled with a terrible knowledge while his irises changed from copper to brilliant green. For over five hundred years, I structured my life to keep my vow never to let anyone touch my heart again. Vlad touched the trail my tear made and smiled with fleeting, jaded amusement.

Not when I love you more than anything, too. My rage over my helplessness would sometimes cause me to wake up with my hands on fire. Those dreams went away with time, but another one never did.

How would I have guessed that it would hurt me, too? His guilt over her suicide was the sin he held closest to his skin. His smile was a grim slash while his gaze burned into mine.

I know I. Forgive me. I felt drowned by the feelings he continued to pour into me while his mouth devastated me in different ways. The sensations were overwhelming, yet I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer.

He thought I was his destruction, but he was wrong. I broke our kiss to whisper two words that meant more than ending our weeklong abstinence. Maybe that was worth more to him than all my psychic abilities combined. Of course, personally retrieving what Maximus left for him was also far more dangerous. What if Maximus made contact with Szilagyi, and then was followed when he made the message drop?

What if Szilagyi had found Maximus out and had forced him to lure Vlad into a trap? His vagueness only inflamed my morbidly spinning thoughts. I flashed him an answering, rueful grin. And I thought I was being paranoid. Got it. His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that suffused my whole body with slow, delicious heat. When he let me go, a knowing smile curled his lips.

They opened, revealing a four-foot-tall vampire with black hair and bushy sideburns. My best friend grinned at me. I seldom did when I was with Vlad. I made a mental note to put them back on now that Vlad was leaving and gave Marty a final pat with my left hand. The only time Marty liked to travel was when he was performing on the carnival circuit.

Plus, he hated Europe. I let the reason behind his visit drop because I only had moments left with Vlad. Vlad was already behind me when I turned around. He exchanged polite if somewhat brisk hellos with Marty and then slipped something into my pocket.

Then I became serious. Just do what you need to do. I told myself it was my imagination that the doors seemed to close with ominous finality behind him. Even if this was a setup, if Vlad caught a glimpse of Szilagyi, he could burn him into ash before Szilagyi even had a chance to scream. I turned to Marty, giving him a smile that felt forced despite how happy I was to see him.

Plus, it soon became clear that something was bothering Marty. He tried to pass off that he was his normal, jovial self, but beneath all his smiles, jokes and genuine happiness to see me, I kept catching glimpses of something else.

Instead, it was an odd sort of. I was determined to find out why. We were well within sight of the guards on the surrounding wall and towers, but two more followed us on foot, although Dorian and Alexandru stayed a polite distance behind.

I stopped so suddenly that the guards trailing us looked around in alarm.

At last, he spoke. Guilt pricked me. Those alarms kept me from arguing about Marty flinging me over his shoulder as if I was a sack of potatoes. Thanks to my trip to the communications room a couple months ago, I knew what they meant. The invisible security grid that extended like a huge bubble around the castle and grounds had been breached.

Air strike?

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She got this weird powers after electrified that almost burned her to death. Vlad is like the King of the vampire world. Though he is literally a Prince waaayyyy wayyyy back. Ancient, hotshot vampire with one of the greatest power of all.

But also, he always have enemies lurking around ready to kill him. Vlad Tepesh Dracul is a very hard man. Night Prince series is really good one. Gosh, alpha overload just with Vlad and you got a kinda stubborn Leila sure provide entertainment. For every book, expect some flesh burning, head ripping and explosions! Oh… and blood, too much blood. So far there are 3 books available for this series.

The 4th one will be available late this year. The book sequence is listed below. Night Prince Series by Jeaniene Frost. Like Liked by 1 person. Like Like. You are commenting using your WordPress.

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You are commenting using your Google account. You are commenting using your Twitter account. You are commenting using your Facebook account.Airplanes, children, and cook books frighten her. He has kept his people safe for years and for that, he has kind of earned his arrogant side, and yet is comes off as very sexy in this book. He wants revenge on Vlad and will use any means necessary to get him. Lists with This Book.

This book just reassures me of the idea that female authors have this inherent disrespect for their readers; they just think "hey, throw in two fuck bunnies with no plot whatsoever and those idiots will LOVE it. Of course, personally retrieving what Maximus left for him was also far more dangerous.

I just really liked how plot-heavy is was. After Vlad slammed the ballroom door behind us, it would have been redundant anyway. Really old vampires had a certain. His smile was a grim slash while his gaze burned into mine.

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