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perfumes on the vanity—all the signs of her happy mortal existence—brought up too much guilt and pain.
    Raven stalked out of the room.
    The house was filled with servants, but he moved so quickly no one saw him. He slipped through the crowd, to the receiving line, where his cousin stood and his sister glowed. Her honey brown curls were threaded with a white satin ribbon, decorated with emeralds. Pink shone on her cheeks, her green eyes sparkled for every guest.
    Folding his arms over his chest, Raven could tell which callow young men were already in love with her.
    Then he saw a gentleman he did not know by name, but he recognized the type. The kind of man he’d used to be before he had fallen in love.
    Three words described the handsome man smiling at his sister.
    Scoundrel. Libertine. Rogue.
    Frederica blushed. Her lashes fluttered. Suddenly she appeared awkward. The damned seducer—a fair-haired bastard in impeccable dress—lifted her hand to his lips and gave a slow, sensuous kiss to her fingers that was intended to make her melt.
    Raven knew what the rogue was doing. Picturing her naked.
    He wanted to step out of the shadows, drag the bastard into an empty room, and drink his blood dry.
    He couldn’t do it—it would break his sister’s heart if the man just disappeared. Frederica had sense. And if she did not see through the blackguard’s intentions, then he would kill the man and get rid of him.
    He watched her through the ballroom windows, from the darkness of the terrace.
    Frederica danced twice with the rogue. In fact, she danced every dance with an admiring gentleman.
    Raven wanted to lock her up in her room where men could not get at her.
    Of course he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t even go near her. What would he say? That he had never died, he had been turned into a vampire?
    He watched until the guests began to leave. Dawn was close and he had no choice but to go. He couldn’t stay out long in daylight—meeting Lady Ophelia that late afternoon at the museum had almost turned him to dust, for example. Frederica’s beau had left, so he felt it was safe for him to go.
    He walked out across the terrace, into darkness, striding with vampiric speed.
    “So here you are,” said a sultry voice. “Why do you come here, you foolish boy? There is nothing for you here.”
    Raven stopped. He turned. He knew the voice, and it made him curl his lip with hatred.
    It was a testament to the vampire queen’s power that she had been able to approach him from behind and he had not heard or sensed her.
    Ever since he’d left her, since he’d refused to be her sexual plaything, she had left him alone.
    Why in hell had she come after him now?
    Queen Jade smiled at him, flashing marble-white teeth and two long, curved fangs. She was adorned in a fur-trimmed pelisse. Her pale skin appeared to sparkle in the moonlight, as though she were dusted with diamonds. Long and black, her hair spilled down and almost touched her ankles.
    “I come here because there is only one woman I love on this earth,” he muttered. “And that is my sister.”
    For years, he’d been Jade’s pet. She had turned him into an assassin of vampires—commanding him to kill the demons she wanted rid of.
    Jade cocked her head. Her face was exquisitely lovely—her eyes large and silvery-green, her features smooth and perfect. But she not only had no soul, she was cruel and vicious.
    She gave him a loving smile. It made him want to vomit.
    “I have allowed you to have your independence for long enough.” She held out her hand to him. “You belong in my services. I have allowed you to help other vampires and the Royal Society—and kill for them—because it suited me. Now, you have something that I want very much.”
    He did not move toward her. He snarled. “What is that?”
    She came to him. Her long-fingered, beautiful hand stroked the side of his face. When he had first been turned, he had craved her every touch. He’d lusted for her