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When Twilight Burns

Автор(ы):Колин Глисон

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After narrowly escaping Rome with her mortality, vampire hunter Lady Victoria Gardella Grantworth de Lacey returns to London—where not even sunrise can stop a vampire’s carnage. Not only is Victoria unable to detect the vampire with her heightened senses, but she’s being framed as the prime suspect behind the killings.

Meanwhile, the legacy of a vampire’s touch has left his blood boiling in her veins and forces her to fight evil on two fronts—against the new breed of undead threatening London and the darkness within herself…



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Colleen Gleason

When Twilight Burns 

For Linda,

for all those mornings and afternoons on the phone.

Every day.

And in memory of my grandmother,

Laura Genevieve. 

Acknowledgments

As always, I owe big thanks to my agent, Marcy Posner, and my brilliant editor, Claire Zion, for the unwavering support and assistance for this book.

Everyone at New American Library, from the editorial staff to the art and publicity departments, as usual, has gone above and beyond in support of the Gardella Vampire Chronicles, and I thank you again for the great covers and promotional designs.

Special thanks to Devon Wolfe for putting Victoria and Sebastian in the sewers of London, and to Tammy, Holli, and Jana for keeping me honest during the writing process. Hugs to Trish M., Kelly, Kate, Jackie Kessler, and Kathryn Smith for their support. And a special thanks to Robyn Carr for just about everything.

My on-line friends and bloggers continue to support the series, and I’m wholly indebted to Carl Vincent, Nancy Horner, Cheya Weber, and the gals at Estella’s. Also big, grateful shout-outs to Michelle Buonfiglio and her Bellas, Romance Novel.TV, Chris A., Bam, the rocking Smart Bitches, Dear Author, Zeek, Book Fetish, and the wonderful ladies at AAR.

Thanks also to all of my fans, who keep in touch with their opinion on Victoria’s love life, particularly MaryKate (I so don’t want to have to throw down with you!), Danita, Beth, Jeannie, Shahenda, Andrea, Kristin, and everyone else. And also congratulations to Melissa and Deb, who won the chance to make cameo appearances herein.

Most of all, as always, I thank my family for their love and support and enthusiasm for everything from cover flat arrivals to typing The End. I couldn’t do it without you.

Prologue

Wherein Our Heroine Has a Rude Awakening

Victoria opened her eyes.

A ring of faces looked down at her: Max, his face shadowed but sharp-eyed; Sebastian, golden-haired and tense; Wayren, near the foot of the bed, her pale oval face tight. Ylito and Hannever stood above Victoria’s head, frozen and watchful. She knew from the pattern on the stone walls behind them that she was in the Consilium, the secret, subterranean space belonging to the Venators. The vampire hunters-of which she was the leader.

“What-” Her head felt soupy and her eyelids heavy, and suddenly she remembered. “Beauregard!”

As memory sliced through the fuzziness, she tried to pull up, but her ankles and one of her wrists were caught fast. Someone’s-Max’s-fingers tightened around her left arm, keeping it pinned onto the bed beneath her, and before she could react with the anger and confusion erupting inside her, a splash of water caught her over the face.

The cold seeped down into her hair and over the warm skin of her neck, and she jerked beneath her restraints. “Why did you do that?” she said, glaring up at Ylito, who’d tipped the vial over her face. She raised her free arm, near Sebastian, to brush some of the water from her eye.

No one answered… yet, something in the room had changed. Eased. Sebastian glanced at Wayren, who was looking at Ylito over Victoria.

“Is it possible?” asked the ringlet-haired man.

“I don’t know how it can be, Ylito,” Wayren replied.

The tightness in her dear friend’s face had softened, and her countenance had taken on more of that serene look Victoria was used to seeing.

What was happening?

And then the recognition of a searing pain in her neck, and the memory flash of shadows and blood and long, sleek fangs brought it all back to her. Beauregard… she’d been with Beauregard, the master vampire… his cold and warm mouth on hers, his teeth sliding into her flesh… the brush of skin against skin… the rusty taste of blood… on her lips. Pooling, rich and heavy, on her tongue. Filling her throat. His hands, smooth and sure… everywhere…

He’d bitten her, fed on her. Had she drunk his blood? Oh… God…

Her heart was racing now, and she wanted to struggle, to whip off Max’s firm hold on her arm, to sit up and demand to know what had happened. But the others were talking, above her, around her, as if she wasn’t there.

For a moment, Victoria was afraid to know.

And then, Wayren was touching her, smoothing her hands down over Victoria’s face, her wounded throat. Light and warm and sure, the pressure was soothing, spreading relief through her body. As she touched her, Wayren hummed a chantlike prayer deep in the back of her throat, and Victoria felt the vibrations coming through Wayren’s fingertips, rippling through her body.

“The two vis bullae.” Max’s quiet voice broke into the charged silence. He stepped back, releasing Victoria’s wrist and, she noticed for the first time, the stake that rested on the table next to him.

Dear God, he’d been ready to stake her. She understood in an instant: they’d feared Beauregard had turned her.

Her mouth dried and she swiveled her face to look toward him, but Max was looking intently at Wayren. “She wears two of them, does she not?” he asked.

And then she realized what had happened, even as they discussed the situation above her head, above her prone body: it was only because of the two holy strength amulets that she wore, the badges of her Venator calling to hunt vampires, that she’d been saved from becoming one of the very undead that she vowed to destroy.

A chill wave rushed over her and Victoria closed her eyes, the conversation around her becoming a distorted buzz. When she looked again, she found herself caught by Sebastian’s dark amber gaze. He was looking down at her, a frozen expression on his handsome face.

It took her a moment to remember what had happened, and for the anger at his betrayal to bubble up inside her aching body: he’d stolen from the Consilium, from the Venators.

Her sometime lover, sometime enemy had deceived her in even more ways than she had expected.

He was a Venator. Born of the Gardella family tree.

A Venator who had disdained his calling for years because of loyalty to his great-great-great-grandfather, Beauregard. One of the most powerful of vampires.

Her fury abated slightly as another scrap of memory slipped into place: Sebastian, thrusting himself between her and Beauregard, shouting at her to leave, even as she shoved a stake meant for Beauregard into Sebastian’s shoulder… and the blood, blood that wasn’t supposed to be there… She saw the crusty bloom even now on his sweat-stained shirt.

And then another memory consumed her. A dark, liquid one, of heavy, deep pleasure… lush shadows and dangerous pleasure and heat… hands, and lips, and tongue… And Sebastian, again, his face pale and desperate, pleading with Beauregard for her release. And her own laugh, welling up from deep inside her, husky and low. Derisive. Dismissive.

And then the handsome face of Sebastian’s grandfather bending to hers, his fangs sleek and lethal, his lips warm and cold.

Oh God.

“What about Beauregard?” she said suddenly, her voice commanding their attention. She sat up and the room hardly dipped at all.

“He’s dead,” Max said flatly, his face still in shadow.

A modicum of relief seeped through her body, and she looked at Sebastian. From the expression on his face, she realized he’d done the impossible: he’d killed the six-hundred-year-old vampire who had been his grandfather.

She reached for his hand and his fingers closed around hers. She squeezed them: in thanks and apology. “Will you join us again, now?” she asked in the strong, demanding voice of Illa Gardella, the leader of the Venators.

“I will.”

And then, with belated horror, she remembered: Max.

Victoria turned to look at him and their eyes met. The studiously flat expression there told her all she needed to know. Sebastian might be taking his rightful place within the ranks of the Venators, but Max no longer could. He’d given up his Venator powers in order to destroy the thrall Lilith the Dark, Queen of the Vampires, had held over him.

One:

Two Dogs Circling

“Lilith won’t know I’ve severed her hold on me until she tries to exert it,” Max said. Exhaustion trembled in his muscles, and he swore he could feel his eyes sinking more deeply into their sockets.

The last time he’d felt so bruised and empty had been after the battle with Nedas, Lilith’s son, last fall. Max had been forced to execute Eustacia, his mentor and Victoria’s great-aunt. Eustacia was one of the most powerful Venators who had ever lived. She’d ordered Max to sacrifice her so that he could get close enough to Nedas to destroy him and the powerful, demonic obelisk in his possession.

It had been the hardest thing he’d ever done.

Now, here he was, ready to leave the Venators permanently.

Only an hour had passed since Victoria had awakened from her ordeal, and he and Wayren had slipped away to her library here in the Consilium, the subterranean head-quarters of the Venators, in order to discuss his future. They’d left Sebastian Vioget simpering over a pale-visaged, hollow-cheeked Victoria.

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