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fallen over him that a life-altering event was about to happen. He’d thought it was just this mess they were in with Xavier, but he couldn’t have been more wrong.
    It was about her.
    His Moira.
    His Destiny.
    His Mate .
    MINE.
    The ethereal vision standing before him was his . A plethora of feelings bombarded him at once, almost buckling his knees.
    Joy.
    Lust.
    Excitement.
    Lust.
    Possessiveness.
    Lust.
    Completeness.
    She sang with such emotion; her pain became his. He could feel it radiating from her and he wanted to take it away. He wanted her to smile. He wanted her to be happy. Her darkness called to his. But her light…her light filled every tiny dark, desolate corner of his heart. Cracks he was aware of and those he wasn’t.
    She was full of pain. He would replace it with joy.
    She had so many holes in her soul it looked like Swiss cheese. He would get out a fucking shovel and pack them so tight nothing would penetrate them ever again.
    Every woman he’d ever met or been with in his entire life just fell away. He couldn’t remember a one of them. He couldn’t remember their faces. He couldn’t remember their names. It was like they never existed. The only woman that existed now and forever would be her .
    He forgot his entire reason for even coming to the club tonight. She’d clouded his mind. She already owned him, body and soul, and she had no goddamn clue.
    He was aware of someone shaking him, but he couldn’t— wouldn’t —take his eyes off his Moira. She’d moved into singing “Broken Pieces” by Apocalyptica. Her sadness bled into him as she belted the chorus.
    “Damian, are we just going to stand here all night staring at the singer?”
    He shook of this nuisance. “Fuck off.”
    Suddenly something— no someone —blocked the vision of his mate. Rom. He looked into his friend’s face and bared his teeth, barely holding back his rage. “Get the fuck out of my way, Rom, or I’ll remove you myself.”
    Rom’s brows drew together. Damian had never spoken to his mentor in such a manner. Rom was very old and the most powerful vampire he knew. Damian wasn’t sure he could take him if it came to blows, but at this point, he didn’t fucking care. Rom needed to get out of his way.
    “What has gotten into you, D?”
    “Not now, Rom. Move.” His mate’s voice had wrapped around his heart, her vocal fingers sensuously caressing it. Bringing it back to life. He wanted to watch every nuance on her face as she performed.
    Rom moved, following Damian’s line of sight and was unusually quiet as she finished her song.
    “Congratulations, D.”
    Damian briefly glanced at Rom but quickly returned his gaze to his Moira. Rom was a smart guy. Damian knew it wouldn’t take him long to figure out why he’d turned into a raving lunatic who’d just verbally challenged the most powerful vampire in the world. Very uncool and undoubtedly suicidal.
    What was her name? He suddenly had an intense desire to get her off the stage. He didn’t want to share her with anyone, let alone a bunch of drunk humans. Looking around the club, every single human male was as enthralled with her as he was. She had them entranced in her erotic web. They all thought they stood a chance with her, that they would be allowed inside her temple of a body.
    Raging jealousy and possessiveness swept through him. No one should look upon her, but him. No one should worship her, but him. Her angelic voice belonged to no one else, but him.
    He started toward her, but Rom firmly grabbed his arm, holding him back. Unbridled fury raged. No one, including Rom, would keep him from claiming his fated.
    Right.
    Fucking.
    Now.
    “Patience, young grasshopper. Now’s not the time to make a scene.”
    Scene? The only scene he was going to make if Rom didn’t get his hands off him was a bloodbath when he tore his mentor apart. Piece by piece. He had tunnel vision, his sole objective to get his Moira off that stage. Now . He began to turn toward