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They were pretty hard to kill. Slicing off their head would do it, but that wasn’t as easy as it sounded. Also, you could step out into daylight if you were suicidal. But pushing a vampire out under the ball of vitamin D? Not so simple.

Just as a human would be extremely wary standing on the edge of a cliff, so are vampires near the one thing that can turn them to ash.

Couple that with their excessively strong muscles and it’s almost impossible to push them into it unless you were a vampire yourself.

Then there was the heart.

Rip it out of a vampire’s chest and you went nigh-nigh’s forever.

So they weren’t immortal.

But close to it.

Ari Moretti was the eldest living vampire, now over fifteen hundred years old. To Logan’s knowledge, he’d never shared the origin story of how their race came to be. There were many myths and folklores about it, of course.

What did he believe?

He didn’t care.

All Logan wanted was to rid the earth of humans and for his kind to finally be able to live out in the open. He was sick of hiding who he was.

The king had asked for a medical center to be created after the first vampires were kidnapped by BioZen—one of the evilest organizations on the planet as far as he was concerned.

They should painfully kill every scientist that worked there. Sage excluded—she had helped Callan escape and was now one of them.

“So, do you need anything else?” Logan asked.

“No,” Sage said, sitting down at her desk which displayed a photo of her and Ari on their honeymoon.

His eyes slid over to Brooklyn’s desk, curious if she had someone in her life. If she did, would she tell him about the scary guy at work?

And that she wanted to fuck him.

Well, she could slide her pretty little fingers inside her pussy and dream, because there was no way Brooklyn was ever getting his cock.

Even if the thing seemed interested in her.

CHAPTER SIX

Willow sat on the edge of the single bed and held Isabella in her arms, rocking her.

She’d finally stopped crying.

God knows what they’d done to both of them before she’d woken up. Or how long she had been out. She did know from the throbbing in her head that she’d been shot with the serum.

If they’d done the same to Isabella, she was going to rip their heads off. Well...she was going to do that anyway if she got the chance.

Thinking about what might have happened before she’d regained consciousness was not worth thinking about. It was fucking with her mind.

Isabella was alive and in one piece. For now, that was all that mattered.

But they needed to get out of there.

Brayden! She tried once more to telepath him.

Willow was fairly certain she knew what had taken place. She had been shot by the serum and taken by the Russian mafia.

How?