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Michael threw an end table across the hotel room. It shattered against the wall, leaving a gaping hole. Of course she d
head for the sun. Anyone fleeing a vampire this time of year would do well to head north of the Arctic Circle. Damn
ironic that she d been the first human fleeing his wrath who d ever come up with that option. But then, Victrina would.
Half-Inupiaq, she d been born in the Land of the Midnight Sun.
Did she think the sun above the horizon would keep her safe? She was so naive....
Where would she go when winter arrived and her homeland fell under complete darkness? He frowned. She had no
idea just how dark her world could become.
Her betrayal ate at him. Somehow her actions were related to Marianne, though the bitch denied it. It didn t matter
anyway. This complication was his own fault. What in the hell was he thinking when he d taken her as a lover?
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Victrina squinted at the sun, high on the horizon, as her jet landed in Barrow, Alaska. The sun would become her
refuge, burning brightly from millions of miles away, keeping her safe. As she deplaned, she told herself she had at
least a month of freedom. Funny, this place had always felt like a prison before. Facing the dreaded moment, she
caught a cab and arrived unannounced at her parent s house.
Victrina? Is that you? her mother asked. I thought you were in France. What are you doing home?
I took a much needed vacation.
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Her father s face screwed up in disbelief. He thought she d failed, just like he always believed she would. You lost it,
didn t you? You lost your damn job, and came crawling home for help.
Without answering the accusations, she turned and left, renting a small cabin on the edge of town from her cousin
Brad.
She hadn t come crawling home. She d crawled away from home, hiding from a past she d had no control over. Even
her mother had faced her father s imperfections and decided to accept him. Yet she never had. The funny thing was,
the man she ran from now was the man who d reminded her there was nothing wrong with trusting.
Victrina mentally kicked herself. Trust. She was one to talk. She d run from Michael without giving him a chance to
explain himself. Her actions would force Michael s hand.
It was too late for turning back now. Much too late for that.
* * * *
Two days later Brad showed up after his shift was over at the airlines and pounded on her door. What kind of shit are
you in?
Nothing, she insisted, but Brad wouldn t believe that. Why? What happened?
A man showed up this morning, asking about you. Nobody he s talked to can remember meeting him.
This wasn t good at all. How come you remember him?
You know me. I ve always been more aware of the supernatural than I d like to be. He planted his hands on his hips.
But he isn t like anyone I ve ever met. He s Russian I think, and he reminds me of Dracula. But he d make the Count
look like a pansy. So who the hell is he?
Victrina started shaking. What made you think of vampires?
Brad slanted her a curious look. On account of what I saw this afternoon when the second jet for the day showed up.
The prettiest woman I ve ever seen gets off the plane. The Russian met her and told her to leave you alone. When she
refused, your bodyguard sent her packing. But not without a fight. She was one kick-ass bitch, fangs and all.
Marianne. Had to be. Bitch is the operative word. And he s not my bodyguard. I have no idea who he is. A bounty
hunter is more like it.
Something strange is going on, and I want to know what it is. You can start with how those two managed avoid
federal charges. They broke at least five FAA regulations. The airport is in shambles, and no one can remember they
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were even there.
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