in order to save her friend and they in return were being pigheaded and putting Zeena’s life in even more danger than it already was.
“The Queen will kill her. You know that,” Lisbeth stated, desperation rushing through her. She could never sacrifice anyone for her well-being. Not Zeena, not Christina. No one.
“Take this damned collar off me. Now,” she demanded. “I’m going back.”
“You aren’t thinking,” Tristan growled. “The Queen will kill her right in front of you to teach you a lesson. You know I speak the truth.”
“Oh vampire gods,” Christina moaned, her gaze round with terror. “They would hurt Zeena? She’s done nothing, Lisbeth. She’s an innocent.”
Lisbeth threw the males a warning scoff to back off.
“You three are not helping the situation.” But Tristan was right. Zeena didn’t have a chance in hell. The Queen was going to kill her either way.
“There may be someone we can go to for help,” she whispered as an idea began to form in her mind.
“Who?”
“The vampire who helped me escape from the Crimson Clan.”
* * * * *
Tristan wasn’t sure if they could trust Satin, but having extracted a promise that she wouldn’t do something stupid like dematerialize back to the Crimson Clan, they removed the collar. He sighed in relief when she held strong and remained beside them.
“So? Exactly who is this male who helped you escape?” Tristan asked as he helped a wobbly Christina to her feet. To say he wasn’t jealous that another male had been on the scene possibly fucking Satin — and the three of them had been clueless about it — was an understatement. He wanted to kill the male for causing them so much grief in wondering what had happened to her when she’d mysteriously disappeared.
“Christina, are you all right?” Lisbeth asked her young friend as she ignored his question.
“I’m fine. Please just help Zeena. I need to go back and tell my sire and mother.”
Lisbeth nodded. “Explain to them not to do anything until they hear from me. They could ruin my plans.”
“Which are?” Tristan prodded.
Once again she ignored him by leading Christina over to a nearby writing desk, where she quickly made out a note with pen and paper.
“I’ve told your parents to please let me handle this. I will get Zeena free even if it kills me.”
The female nodded and seemed as if she was about to cry. She didn’t even bother to help them protest about putting Satin’s life in jeopardy. Rage made Tristan’s fangs unleash. This was not the time for him to lose it. This was not the time for Satin to ignore his questions either. He clenched his fists and held himself rigid.
“Take this note to your sire and mother,” Lisbeth said as she pressed the paper into Christina’s hand. “Now, go.”
“Be careful,” Christina whispered. She dematerialized.
Jaymes and Luca stared at Tristan. He read the question in their gazes. How the hell did they deal with this female that they loved so much when so much danger lurked around her?
“Follow me,” she whispered.
Tristan cursed her as she dematerialized. But he was cursing empty air because Jaymes and Luca had already vanished too.
* * * * *
“Where the hell are we?” Jaymes growled from behind Lisbeth as he and Luca materialized right after her at the base of a snow-covered mountain that towered over them.
“The Matterhorn. Switzerland,” she replied and shivered as the frigid mountain air whipped harshly against her.
“Why, exactly are we here?” Tristan prodded as he appeared out of nowhere, not a foot away.
“My question, exactly.” Luca cocked his head with curiosity as he stared at her.
“Give him a minute,” Lisbeth whispered as she peered through the swirling snowflakes.
“Who?” Tristan prodded.
“The Queen’s twin brother, The Elder,” she answered and winced as the three males cursed up a storm bigger than the one snowing upon them. She’d expected this reaction.
“I
“The Queen will kill her. You know that,” Lisbeth stated, desperation rushing through her. She could never sacrifice anyone for her well-being. Not Zeena, not Christina. No one.
“Take this damned collar off me. Now,” she demanded. “I’m going back.”
“You aren’t thinking,” Tristan growled. “The Queen will kill her right in front of you to teach you a lesson. You know I speak the truth.”
“Oh vampire gods,” Christina moaned, her gaze round with terror. “They would hurt Zeena? She’s done nothing, Lisbeth. She’s an innocent.”
Lisbeth threw the males a warning scoff to back off.
“You three are not helping the situation.” But Tristan was right. Zeena didn’t have a chance in hell. The Queen was going to kill her either way.
“There may be someone we can go to for help,” she whispered as an idea began to form in her mind.
“Who?”
“The vampire who helped me escape from the Crimson Clan.”
* * * * *
Tristan wasn’t sure if they could trust Satin, but having extracted a promise that she wouldn’t do something stupid like dematerialize back to the Crimson Clan, they removed the collar. He sighed in relief when she held strong and remained beside them.
“So? Exactly who is this male who helped you escape?” Tristan asked as he helped a wobbly Christina to her feet. To say he wasn’t jealous that another male had been on the scene possibly fucking Satin — and the three of them had been clueless about it — was an understatement. He wanted to kill the male for causing them so much grief in wondering what had happened to her when she’d mysteriously disappeared.
“Christina, are you all right?” Lisbeth asked her young friend as she ignored his question.
“I’m fine. Please just help Zeena. I need to go back and tell my sire and mother.”
Lisbeth nodded. “Explain to them not to do anything until they hear from me. They could ruin my plans.”
“Which are?” Tristan prodded.
Once again she ignored him by leading Christina over to a nearby writing desk, where she quickly made out a note with pen and paper.
“I’ve told your parents to please let me handle this. I will get Zeena free even if it kills me.”
The female nodded and seemed as if she was about to cry. She didn’t even bother to help them protest about putting Satin’s life in jeopardy. Rage made Tristan’s fangs unleash. This was not the time for him to lose it. This was not the time for Satin to ignore his questions either. He clenched his fists and held himself rigid.
“Take this note to your sire and mother,” Lisbeth said as she pressed the paper into Christina’s hand. “Now, go.”
“Be careful,” Christina whispered. She dematerialized.
Jaymes and Luca stared at Tristan. He read the question in their gazes. How the hell did they deal with this female that they loved so much when so much danger lurked around her?
“Follow me,” she whispered.
Tristan cursed her as she dematerialized. But he was cursing empty air because Jaymes and Luca had already vanished too.
* * * * *
“Where the hell are we?” Jaymes growled from behind Lisbeth as he and Luca materialized right after her at the base of a snow-covered mountain that towered over them.
“The Matterhorn. Switzerland,” she replied and shivered as the frigid mountain air whipped harshly against her.
“Why, exactly are we here?” Tristan prodded as he appeared out of nowhere, not a foot away.
“My question, exactly.” Luca cocked his head with curiosity as he stared at her.
“Give him a minute,” Lisbeth whispered as she peered through the swirling snowflakes.
“Who?” Tristan prodded.
“The Queen’s twin brother, The Elder,” she answered and winced as the three males cursed up a storm bigger than the one snowing upon them. She’d expected this reaction.
“I
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