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gust lifted the scent of antiseptics and salted copper to her nose. Her throat on fire, Isla thought she would choke around the tube.
    She was in Frankenstein’s laboratory.
    Complete with more than one mad scientist.
    “Time draws nigh. Your Dynasty Empire will soon be licking your boots if you choose your side now, and choose it wisely.” A slow exhale, a monster fighting to pull himself together, Poison mocked, “Otherwise, what are you choices, Lovec? You have none.”
    “Until you come up from these hidden lairs and show your hand, I cannot go rogue!”
    Another set of footsteps interrupted Poison’s reply, a weaker voice, definitely nervous. “I’m sorry, Master.”
    “Sorry?”
    “She’s incompatible.”
    Incompatible for what?
    “Damn it!” A fist flying down slammed next to her. “Another food source, then, we cannot waste her. Not that she’ll last in this group, they’ll tear her apart.”
    Food? Tear her apart?
    “I could drug her,” the weaker voice offered empathetically. “If they bleed her out, she won’t suffer. Much.”
    “However, they want food terrorized," Poison argued. "Tastes better, I suppose.”
    Poison’s hands reached her face, thumbs wiping away her tears. This time, Isla’s eyes wouldn’t respond by closing, forcing her to behold the sight of madness . He had to be the most beautiful man that ever walked the face of this earth, and he needed to die. Isla wanted the honor of killing him, and up until now, she’d never felt true hatred toward another.
    “Fine, I guess I owe her that much.” With a softening voice, Poison brought his lips to hers, inhaling around her tube. “First, send in the humans.” The humans? “Maybe they’ll take the edge off before they touch this beauty.”
    A slow gait came closer, a static power far different from the others. “You’re wasting a perfectly good Donor due to impatience.”
    “Impatience?” Poison pulled away from her, sneering. “Go back to your duties.”
    “I read the reports this morning. It appears as though we’ve had a turnaround with Amy, though you neglected to tell me. Plans are moving in the right direction . This girl here has a similar genetic makeup as Amy, and she will undoubtedly give us another shot. It’s a risk worth taking. Think about it. She’s pretty. It’ll be easy enough for one of our accommodating Lovci to find her a willing Dynasty Vampyr host. Just like Sixten’s mate, more than likely, she’ll blood bond with the monarch. I’ll keep an eye on her, and the minute her blood turns needy , I’ll have a Lovec move in and bring her back to the lab.”
    “The Dynasty is becoming a complication,” Poison snarled. “It won’t take long before they’re on to us.”
    “Maybe you’ve missed a few meetings, Poison, but the Dynasty’s already on to us. Give me reign of this girl. Isla, is it? Allow an unsuspecting Dynasty Vampyr to work her for us. In a few months, she should be compatible for our needs. As it stands, we only have the promise of what Amy will provide. Remember, she’s not a true immortal. How much more can her body take?” A slow exhale followed by the scrape of a blade whispering across a sharpening block. Back and forth. “Tell me now, if you want to invest in Isla. Otherwise, I have better things to do.”
    Poison rose over her, his eyes held an odd curiosity Isla had never encountered, and again she couldn’t look away. “Fine.” He then moved out of sight. “Take her memory. And when she comes back to me, she’s mine.”
    “Remove the tube.” Isla felt calculated hands move around her, tearing out what was left of her body through her esophagus. Minutes later, she gagged and spat, but was unable to sit up and clear her throat due to her restraints. In that moment, she thought to choke to death would be a blessing. While struggling to breathe, a be-clawed hand came into her line of vision and then a blade sliced through its wrist. “Drink from me.” Blood