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“Secluded too,” murmured his companion with a leer that threatened more than simple violence.

Her fingers tightened around the earthenware mug in her hands. There was no need to wonder how the pair got in. Locked doors were nothing but a moment’s mental effort for a Breed vampire who wanted something on the other side. As for the two thugs who dripped melting snow from their boots and dark menace from their every pore, there was no doubt where they’d come from.

Reiver.

For what wasn’t the first time that day, Danika regretted her visit to his private club. She was still sick to have discovered that someone she once knew—someone she had cared for—was part of a despicable organization like Reiver’s. Whatever Malcolm MacBain was calling himself now, and for whatever reason he seemed determined to deny his true identity, Danika hadn’t been fooled. Not even the scars that marred his face had been enough to convince her that he was someone other than Mal. But knowing his name and face from the past was not the same thing as knowing the man he’d become.

And as she stood before these two terrifying intruders now, part of her wondered if it was Reiver who’d sent them or his loyal guard dog back at the club, who’d demanded her silence with a cold fury that had left her shaken to her core.

“What do you want?” she asked them, lifting her chin to face this threat, even though her legs felt like sand beneath her.

“Mr. Reiver asked us to come and see you,” said the one named Kerr. His big hands were gloved in black leather, sinister mitts that looked large enough to crush her skull. “He wants you to know there’s a storm could be heading your way. He thinks it best if you don’t stick around to see it arrive.”

s ajustify201C;Is that right?” As the pair of them stalked toward her, Danika edged away from the bedroom door where Connor slept. Whatever might happen to her tonight, she didn’t want to give them any reason to search the rest of the tiny cottage.

“Mr. Reiver’s of the mind that Edinburgh’s going to prove inhospitable to you if you stay any longer.” As Kerr spoke, the other thug aligned himself with the path she was subtly taking, moving so that he could block her if she had thoughts of making a break. “My associate Mr. Packard and I are here to help you. Come with us now, and you can avoid what’s sure to be a very bad situation.”

“A painful situation,” added the second vampire, his lips splitting in a chilling grin, baring sharp white fangs.

Their minds were black with awful intentions, thoughts so brutal she found it hard to breathe as she watched them close in further. She didn’t need her extrasensory talent to understand that the odds of her surviving this confrontation weren’t good. Even if she agreed to go with them and swore never to speak Reiver’s name to another living soul, she knew the trip would end with her death.

The idea of Connor being left without his only parent or, worse, dragged into this impossible scenario along with her was more than she could bear. She flung the heavy mug at Packard and bolted into action in the instant his attention was diverted.

The kitchen was only a few feet away, but she barely made it there before Kerr was on her with hard, punishing hands. She fought his bruising hold, crying out as her skull knocked sharply against the unforgiving edge of the stove. Her arms swung out, hands flailing, scrabbling and searching for any means of defense.

As she struggled with Kerr, Packard came at her now too. He tossed off his companion with an otherworldly growl. “Leave her to me,” he snarled, fangs dripping saliva, eyes wild with amber fury.

Danika fumbled in a blind panic, hissing when her fingers brushed the hot copper of the teakettle. It was heavy with water on the stove, still scalding from the tea she’d made a short while ago. She grabbed the handle and swung it at Packard with every ounce of strength she possessed.

He howled when the pot connected with the side of his head. Hot water exploded from out of the spout and the opened lid, dousing his face and