Lover Mine by J.R. Ward Page A

even though he’d been out of that hellish place for twenty-seven years, the memories of his time with the Bloodletter were enough to make him recoil even now.
    At the far wall, he ran his hand over the wet, uneven rock until he found the iron pull that released the hidden door’s locking mechanism. There was a muffled squeal as hinges turned and then a portion of the cave slid to the right. He didn’t wait for the panel to fully retract, but stepped through as soon as he could wedge his thick chest in laterally. On the other side, he hit a second lever and waited until the section was secured back in place.
    The long pathway to the Brotherhood’s sanctum sanctorum was lit with torches that burned ferociously and cast hard-lined shadows that jerked and spasmed on the rough floor and ceiling. He was about halfway down when the voices of his brothers reached his ears.
    Clearly, there were a lot of them at the meeting, given the symphony of bass, male tones that overlapped and competed for airspace.
    He was probably the last to arrive.
    When he got to the iron-barred gate, he took a heavy key from his breast pocket and pushed it into the lock. Opening the way took strength, even for him, the huge gate swinging free of its anchor only if he who sought to enter could prove himself worthy of forcing it wide.
    When he got down into the wide-open space deep in the earth, the Brotherhood was all there and, with his appearance, the meeting commenced.
    As he took a stand next to Ahgony, the voices silenced and Wrath the Fair regarded the assembled. The Brothers respected the race’s leader, even if he was not a warrior among them, for he was a regal male of worth whose sage council and prudent restraint were of great value in the war against the Lessening Society.
    “My warriors,” the king said. “I address you this eve with grave news and a request. A doggen emissary came unto my private home during the sunlight and sought a personal audience. After refusing to present his cause unto mine own attendant, he broke down and wept.”
    As the monarch’s clear green eyes circled the faces, Darius wondered where this was leading. Nowhere good, he thought.
    “It was then that I interceded.” The king’s lids lowered briefly. “The doggen ’s master had sent him forth unto me with the worst possible news. The unmated daughter of the family is missing. Having taken an early retire, all appeared well with her until her maid brought forth a midday repast in the event she was of a mind for sustenance. Her room was empty.”
    Ahgony, the lay leader of the Brotherhood, spoke up. “When was she last seen?”
    “Prior to Last Meal. She came unto her parents and informed them she had no appetite and would be requiring a lie-down.” The king’s gaze continued around. “Her father is a righteous male who has rendered unto me personal favors. Of greater weight, however, is the service he has offered unto the race as a whole as leahdyre of the Council.”
    As curses echoed around the cave, the king nodded. “Verily, it is the daughter of Sampsone.”
    Darius crossed his arms over his chest. This was very bad news. Daughters of the glymera were like fine jewels to their fathers . . . until such time as they were passed unto the care of another male of substance, who would treat her thusly. These females were watched over and cloistered. . . . They did not just disappear out of their families’ houses.
    They could be taken, however.
    Like all things of rarity, well-bred females were of very high value—and as always when it came to the glymera , the individual was less important than the family: Ransoms were paid not to save her life, but her bloodline’s reputation. Indeed, it was not unheard- of for such a virginal female to be abducted and held for money, the sole leverage being social terror.
    The Lessening Society was not the only source of evil in the world. Vampires had been known to prey upon their own.
    The king’s voice