Born in Twilight: Twilight Vows by MAGGIE SHAYNE Page A

now.
    â€œJust so you know, your plan to run from me as soon as we’re out of here is never going to come about.”
    â€œWhat?”
    Taking her arm, he led her from the elevator, and out through the exit. There were guards outside of course, but he kept close to the shadows, using trees and shrubs for cover. He stopped behind one, out of earshot of those sentries, and faced her once more. “Your maker should have taught you better, Angelica. Vampires can read one another’s thoughts. Just as I read yours back there. Even a fledgling ought to know enough to guard them. You are not going to run from me once we’re away from here. You’re not going to find my child and take her away where I’ll never lay eyes on her again. I won’t allow that.”
    â€œYou can’t stop me,” she whispered. “I can find her. I’m the one with the bond to my little one, not you!”
    â€œWhich is why,” Jameson said as the guards in the distance turned away, and he started forward again, still holding her arm in a firm grip. “I’ve decided to keep you with me. Right by my side, Angelica, until we find our daughter. As my prisoner, if need be.”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œYes,” he said, gripping her arm and leading her quickly across an open space before the guards could turn in their direction again. “But don’t worry. I’m not nearly as monstrous as you seem, for some reason, to think I am.”
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    I went with him. But only because I had no choice. I was still weak, and run-down, and he was obviously much stronger than I. I knew nothing, then, of my own abilities. Of the limits of my power, or the psychic part of my newfound senses. I only knew that I could die easily if exposed to fire, as my creator had. And that starvation could leave me weak and barely able to function. I suspected it, too, could kill me, but of course, I couldn’t be sure.
    So I went with this stranger. This vampire. This Jameson who claimed to have fathered my child. I went with him, thinking I’d certainly traded one hell for another, and vowing in silence that when I was strong, I would run. If he could read my thoughts, then let him. I would run from him, just as fast and as far as I could, at the very first opportunity.
    I was afraid of him. When I’d put my mouth to his skin, a wildness had come to life inside me. A madness far more intense than what I’d felt the first time I’d taken from him. A passion that blazed like hell itself, and weakened me with its intensity. I was ashamed of the feelings that had overwhelmed me for this man. And what frightened me even more was that I’d sensed he’d felt them, too.
    I must escape him.
    But until then, I would bide my time. Use it to regain my strength and to discover the extent of my abilities. That way I’d be more able to rescue my child from the animals who held her.
    Jameson was young, not more than thirty. He was human when I met him. I was certain of that. No vampire would have allowed me to do what I’d done to Jameson. He was strong, too. Broad across the back, and very tall. But I would escape him. When we were out of this place, I would get away. I had to, for my daughter’s sake. And for my own.
    He led me right up to the towering and obviously electrified mesh fence that surrounded this prison, and as I looked up at it, my hopes of escape faded rapidly. “What now?” I whispered, turning to look up at him.
    He frowned down at me as if puzzled by the question. Then he reached up to pull the cap from my head, and remove the mask from my face, tossing them carelessly to the ground. “Now,” he said, “we jump it.”
    I nearly choked as I stood there, searching this grim-faced man’s countenance for some sign that he was joking. When there was none, I looked up at the fence, back at him, and slowly shook my head. “It’s