"My name is Tom Miller," he'd said. "I'm Chloe's older brother."

That much was obvious, but he was also something else.

A born vampire, fully turned only recently. And with an aura as powerful as Levi's.

"Miller," Levi repeated with a snort. "I find that unlikely."

The guy had inclined his head. "Well, that's the name I was born with. But, all right. If you prefer, I'm Thomas Eirikrson."

His wildest suspicion, perhaps his greatest fear.

There was a new Eirikrson. Two of them, actually.

And it was his fault.

Levi had spared their ancestor during the purge, so many eons ago, pulling a little boy out of the way. And through him, their line had endured.

What now?

The Eirikrsons were monsters. Always had been to the core. They'd taken to lording over the rest of their race, assassinating those who stepped out of line, but that was just an excuse to satisfy their bloodthirst. Levi hadn't partaken in the purge, but he hadn't disapproved either.

The obvious answer was to kill the boy, and the girl too.

But he couldn't.

Because for better or worse, Chloe Eirikrson was his mate, and he couldn't bring himself to destroy her. He wasn’t suicidal. Killing his own mate would be just that: damning himself.

"I'm surprised I haven't heard that the House of Eirikr has risen again."

"Are you?" Tom had asked. "Surprised."

Not really.

Tom had obviously stayed in the shadows to protect his sister while she was mortal.

"Why do you come to me now?"

"Because you're smart," his slayer companion said. "Smart enough to at least suspect what she was—and yet, you haven't attempted to hurt her. And because, if I'm not mistaken, you're the one who saved their house in the first place."

He'd never liked Viola much. Now he knew why. She was too clever by half.

"What do you want of me?"

The boy extended his hand. He was holding a necklace.

"My blood. She'll need it to change. We had the pendant spelled; it'll last a year or so."

"Why not give it to her, then?" Levi asked.

He expected the answer. "She doesn't know a thing. I didn't either, until a few years ago. And we're trying to keep it that way, because everyone could be a spy, an enemy. I'll try to be around when she needs it, but Viola and I aren't always in the country. In case something happens to me, at least there's a safeguard."

"Do you expect something to happen to you?" Levi had questioned, relatively indifferent one way or another.

Viola was the one who answered.

"I'm sure you've noticed the movements around the other families, Leviathan. The Stormhales have gone quiet. The Beauforts have all returned to France, except for that stubborn teacher in your school. They're all plotting, and it started after the results of Tom's blood tests hit the web. They know there are Eirikrsons left. And they know that if they actually manage to annihilate the line for good this time, Skyhall, its treasures, and its power will be fair game. Can you imagine? Since the Eirikrsons, there's been no real leader for our kind. But if they can absorb the essence of that line's power…"

He could imagine, and damn her, but Viola was right.

That sort of power shouldn't be in anyone's hand.

The problem was that right now, it was at the tip of Tom's finger.

"You're the head of the Eirikrsons," Levi told the boy. "You could make us kneel and dance to your tune, like a child playing with chess pieces."

The boy laughed.

"If you think I'm in charge, you clearly don't know my sister."

Levi had doubted Tom at the time. Chloe was too nice. Too charming. Everyone loved her. She definitely hadn't seemed like his idea of a sovereign.

Then he'd understood.

The creature inside him was a straightforward beast, always up for bloodsport, attacking head-on.

Hers was a spider, weaving webs around people's hearts and playing them to her tune, consciously or not.

Right now, Levi could feel them. Dozens of huntsmen, Mikar, Cat, Bill, half a dozen witches, all fighting their way through legions of ferals to get to her.

He'd feared that her family would try to rule vampirekind by fear. What she was doing was a thousand times worse.

She would rule all, with nothing but a pretty smile.

The evening sky darkened under a cloud of ravens flying atop the hill, gathering around their master.

She remained still, grasping his throat.

"Why am I alive?" she finally said, her throat dry, obviously sore.

"Because you're a born vampire. Your blood. Drink it now. Without it, you…"

He didn't finish the sentence, eyes widening in horror.

She'd pulled the necklace up to eye level. And at the center, the stone was broken.

One Course

Levi froze beneath her, horror echoing in his every feature, eyes widened in shock, mouth hanging. It was bad. She could tell it was bad, even in her fuzzy, hazy mind. Levi had never once looked like this. In a fraction of a second, her mind ran through every time she'd seen him. Nope. No horror anywhere.

Her eyes returned to the broken stone. Red blood. A faint scent that wasn't any less familiar. She would have recognized it anywhere.

This was the scent of Sunday pancakes and bad jokes. Home.

"Tom."

She didn't think she'd said the name in years. Not since then. After her father's arrest, the world had opened up under her feet, and she'd turned every which way in an attempt to find her anchor, but he'd been gone. He'd abandoned her.

All the hurt she'd long buried rushed to the surface, fueling a rising rage she didn't know where to direct. There was a man on his back beneath her knees. Him. She could destroy him. She'd feel better after, right?

No. Not him.

The thing inside her had had a presence, thoughts that never quite matched her own, until this day. Now, they were in agreement, and it had a voice. Her voice, whispering words of darkness at the back of her mind.

"Chloe, focus,” Levi said. “You've unlocked a hundred percent of your brain functions, and it can be confusing, but you just need to concentrate on what's important. The ferals. Getting out of here. You understand?”

Ferals. Yes, that rang a bell.

She could definitely destroy them. She grinned.

"Chloe…"

She was already on her feet, running downhill. They were close. Now that her attention was on them, she could hear them, feel them.

A piercing cry resounded, and her eyes turned skyward. Ravens. All of the ravens in the message box, and more. They were following her.

She liked it. She liked them. She wanted to be with them.

Her heart became lighter, and she almost felt herself float, when a hand grabbed hold of her wrist and pushed her hard against a tree.

"Listen to me, child," Levi roared.

Chloe bared her teeth. "I'm no child."

"Then stop acting like one. Carry on and you will die. For good. Not even because of the ferals, not because of the gentry waiting for you at the bottom of this hill. Because without the blood of your clan, you're nothing but a corpse on borrowed time."

It was hard, so very hard, to truly take in anything—there was so much to look at and listen to. Her memories. The sound of the wildlife running in every direction, fleeing from the monsters. The ferals. A fight. The moon rising in the distance. After darkness fell, the world had been shadows to her until now. Now she saw through the fog, and it was beautiful.

She didn't want it to end. Not now. The thing inside her didn't either. It forced her to pay attention. Not just to Levi's words—to herself.

Her limbs had felt like they could soar, like she was stronger than anything—anyone.

Now she noticed the decline. The fatigue. How very dry her throat was, like sanding paper. Her hands, so strong a minute ago, were trembling.

"What's happening to me?"

"You're mid-transition, and you need Tom's blood. You have a night, at most, if you save your energy. Your stunt trying to sync with your raven familiars already cost you."

Shit.

She had no clue what he meant about syncing, but she certainly felt drained. Enfeebled, unexplainably.

"Next time, how about you warn a girl?" she retorted, without much heat, mainly because she didn't have the energy to summon up the requisite amount of ire.

"How about we concentrate on keeping you alive? You can tell me everything I did wrong if you're breathing by dawn."

Dawn seemed so far when night had only just claimed dominion over the hill.

Their heads snapped downhill as shadows approached.

The ferals.

Levi let go of her and turned to face them.

"You remember what I said last week?"

Yes. No. Maybe.

Thankfully, he spelled it out for her. "Run."

Oh. That.

She hesitated.

"What about you?"

He glanced over his shoulder. "Don't insult me. I'll wipe the floor with that lot without breaking a sweat."

She knew he could take care of himself, but she could only concentrate on what he'd once said, how one feral bite was enough to turn any vampire into a mindless creature. What if they took him by surprise? Someone had to watch his back.

She stood her ground as the first line closed in on Levi.

Until now, she'd always seen a blur of unclear movements—one moment Levi was standing to her right, then to her left, and she couldn't detect the transition. Now, she saw everything, each of his graceful, precise moves. A leap to the first feral, his knee colliding with the side of its jaw, then using his neck to pivot mid-air, his boot kicking down three of them in one blow. The man was a machine.

A machine fighting one against a hundred.

She rushed forward just as someone leaped in the air, landing right in front of her on a crouch. Jack was still wearing a damn suit, not one hair out of place.