Chapter 95

• What did you do to him?"
• Rhea's voice was a snarl, a harsh contrast to the luxurious vampire bed that she had stirred. She sat up, all of her senses on high. The bedding was silk, the air reeked of blood and old earth and strength. This was not the Lake House. This was not home. This was a vampire keep.
• Lucien was on the opposite side of the room, a glass held loosely in his hand. He looked at her, red eyes full of a pained, wordless apology.