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other as Stormy tried to size Melina up. Could she truly know about the existence of the Undead?

      Finally, Stormy cleared her throat. “This is sounding awfully familiar, Melina. And not in a good way. You ever hear of a little government agency known as DPI?”

      “We’re nothing like the Division of Paranormal Investigations, Stormy. I promise you that. And we’re privately funded, not a government agency.” She licked her lips. “We protect the supernatural world. We don’t seek to destroy it or experiment on it the way the DPI did. We are guardians of the unknown.”

      Stormy nodded. “And why do you want the ring?”

      “Strictly to keep it from falling into the wrong hands and being used for evil.”

      “And I’m supposed to take your word for this? And then, based on nothing more than that, break into a museum and steal a priceless piece of jewelry?”

      “Yes.” Melina lowered her head. “I’m sorry I can’t tell you more, but the more people who know of this ring’s powers, the more dangerous it becomes.”

      Stormy sighed. “I’m sorry. Look, I just can’t do this. And even if I wanted to, Max and Lou would never go along with it.”

      Melina nodded sadly. “All right. I guess…we’ll just have to find another way.”

      “You do that. Good night, then, Melina. And…good luck. I guess.”

      “Good night, Stormy.” She got up and saw herself out of the hotel room. Stormy followed just long enough to lock the door. Then she restarted the bath and refilled her glass.

      Vlad reread the piece in the Easton Press four times before he could believe it wasn’t only a figment of his imagination. It was a tiny piece, a two-inch column tossed in to fill space, about a new exhibit of artifacts found in Turkey, currently on display at a museum in Canada. The most exceptional of the artifacts is a large ruby ring with rearing stallions engraved on either side of the flawless, 20 karat gemstone.

      That was the line that had caught his attention. The one he kept reading, over and over again, until his eyes watered.

      “It can’t be….” he whispered.

      But it could. Surely it could. There was no reason to doubt that this might be the ring he’d placed on his bride’s finger centuries ago. And yet, he didn’t want to believe it. Belief led to hope, and hope led to grief and loss. He wasn’t certain he could stand any more of those.

      He didn’t suppose he’d done a very good job of avoiding them, all these years, though. He’d tried, but dammit, he couldn’t let her go. It wasn’t in him. She had a hold on him as powerful as any thrall he’d ever cast over a mortal.

      Vampires didn’t dream; their sleep was like death.

      But Dracula dreamed. Of her. Tempest…or Elisabeta or…hell, the two were so entwined and confused in his mind, he didn’t know how to distinguish his feelings for one from his feelings for the other. He didn’t know how to distinguish them.

      He’d purchased a tiny peninsula on the coast of Maine, used his powers to disguise the place. A passer-by would see only mist and fog and forest. Not a towering mansion built to his specifications. It was twenty miles from Easton, where Tempest, who insisted on calling herself “Stormy,” lived with her friends, Maxine and Lou, in a mansion of their own.

      He’d kept track of her, all these years. He’d watched her, but from a distance. Never getting too close. Never touching her or letting his presence be known. But he knew. He knew everything she did. He knew about the vampires who shared the mansion with the mortals and helped them in their investigations—Morgan de Silva and Dante, who’d been sired by Sarafina, who’d been sired by Bartrone. The vampiress Morgan was the mortal Maxine’s twin sister, and though the two hadn’t been raised together, they were close now.

      He knew about Tempest’s family—her parents, retired now and living in a condominium in Florida. She visited twice a year, no matter what. He knew about her relationships with men—though it killed him to know. She saw men sometimes. Dated. And every time it filled him with a rage that he found nearly impossible to contain.

      He was dangerous at those times. And when the anger got beyond his endurance, he would force himself to go away for a time. It was the only way to prevent himself from murdering every bastard who laid his hands on her, and possibly her with them.

      Nothing ever came of any of her liaisons. He never sensed her falling in love, feeling the kinds of things he liked to think she had felt with him.

      He knew everything about her. Everything she did, everything she loved. And he knew her time was short. The deadline was approaching rapidly, the one those magicians had included in their spells. It had been driving him to desperation as it drew ever nearer. The so called Red Star of Destiny was due to eclipse Venus in a mere five days. And when it did, Elisabeta would cross to the other side, along with Tempest. He would lose them both. God, he couldn’t bear the thought!

      Although, in every practical way, he’d lost them both already. Unless…

      Tempest wasn’t in residence at the mansion now. She and her partners had taken off on one of their cases, and since he didn’t sense any danger to them, he’d remained behind. And now he was glad he had.

      He stood, brooding, at the arched windows of his parlor. The fireplace at his back was cold and dark. He didn’t need it, didn’t need warmth, sought no comfort, because there was nothing, really, that could grant it to him. Outside, a storm raged, the ocean dancing at its commanding touch, shuddering with the furious breaths of the angry wind. Lightning flashed, and the wind howled. He loved nights like this.

      Vlad looked again at the newspaper, noting the location of the exhibit. The Canadian National Museum in Edmunston. Less than 200 miles away.

      He could be there in four hours by car. Less, if he drove quickly.

      But he was Dracula, and had far more efficient ways to travel. He pulled on his coat. It was long and leather, with a caped back, and in keeping with his mood, it was black.

      He reached to the windows’ center clasp, turned it and pushed the panes outward. Then he whirled, faster and faster. Like a cyclone he spun, as he focused his mind and altered the shape of his body.

      When he soared into the night, into the storm, it was in the form of a giant black raven. He would find out soon enough whether the ring on display in Canada was his ring.

      Her ring.

      Stormy didn’t know what the hell to do. She did know one thing. She was going to have to get her hands on that ring—because if it was the ring, she couldn’t risk anyone else possessing it. Including Melina and her precious organization. She didn’t know anything about this Sisterhood of Athena, and she didn’t even consider trusting them. And not Vlad. God, not him.

      That ring had some kind of power over her. That ring had brought Elisabeta to the surface, allowed her to take over again. And that ring, she was more certain than ever, must have been the one he had referred to in the tiny bit of memory that had resurfaced in her mind.

      If he learned the ring was here, he would come for it. Nothing would stop him, if that was his goal. And God only knew what he would do with it once he had it. Use it, perhaps, to bring his precious Elisabeta back to screaming, bitching life inside her? She couldn’t go back to that. Not again. She needed to be rid of the intruder, once and for all.

      She needed to destroy the ring. Maybe that would do it. If the damn ring didn’t exist, then its power, whatever that power was, couldn’t exist, either. So that was the answer. She had to destroy it, melt it down and smash its gemstone to dust.

      But first she needed a plan. She decided not to call Max and Lou on this matter. Not just yet. First, because they were involved with another case, one that had taken them out of the country, and second, because Max was far too protective of her. And this wasn’t her problem. Stormy needed to deal with this on her own, without feeling

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