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child.
    “I’ve got her,” he snarled, yanking the body into his chest. “So when you wake her up, how exactly do you plan to prevent the transformation from occurring? If she’s got a nanosecond, this all seems rather pointless.”
    Face deadpan, she couldn’t have said more clearly how much of a fool she thought him than if she’d spoken the words aloud. “Obviously she will remain in stasis until the moment she is given to George. Then and only then will she reanimate.”
    It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her how she’d know to unlock the woman from her current status of human popsicle, but he found he didn’t really care one way or the other. Lise had yet to convince him that allowing a lone woman to die was really as dire as she was making it out to seem. Problem was, he barely knew the Ancient One; to have someone come and tell him that grave danger would fall upon the world if he let one pathetic human perish seemed a tad melodramatic.
    “The moment I release time, the vampires will attack. They’re right outside the door. They want their prize. You cannot let them have it. Do you hear me? No matter what.” She leaned up on tiptoe, standing nose to nose with him now. “Ever. Should you fail, I’ll kill you.”
    “As if that frightens me.” He scoffed.
    “Oh, death”—she laughed, patting his cheek before taking a step back—“you foolish, foolish man. Find your soul again, reaper; it is your only chance.”
    The rushing howl of wind pierced his skull as the bubble of time she’d trapped them in evaporated. In the muddle, he stood locked in place and slightly disoriented. It took him a second to realize what he’d initially assumed to be wind was actually the cry of vampires converging.
    “Shit!” he snarled and, turning his back on the group of six leaping in the air, he swiped his hand opening the portal between the here and there. With barely a second to spare, he stepped through with his precious cargo and sealed it shut.
    Breathing hard, he stared at the woman, who still hadn’t awakened. Lise had obviously kept her word.
    He needed to talk with the queen, find out what was really going on. He’d known The Morrigan his entire life; that she would willingly hand over the reins of one of her most powerful elite to some stranger smacked of the ridiculous.
    He felt the press of Mila’s amber eyes. Though he knew she was not conscious, she did not see him, he felt it all the same. A mocking, scorn-filled gaze that seemed to scream at him, accuse him that he would fail as he’d always failed.
    Turning Mila’s head to the side, he cursed his pathetic bleeding heart and headed toward George’s cave. The queen would just have to wait.

Chapter 3
    S tanding at the massive gray stone entrance that led deep into the belly of the earth, Frenzy adjusted the woman in his arms.
    “Bloody hell,” he bit out, taking the first step into the black bowels. The air reeked of the rotten stench of half-eaten carcasses. Curling his nose, he followed the jagged stairs that’d been cut out of rock farther and farther down into the bottomless abyss George called home.
    Mila was getting heavy. He’d been carting her around the past thirty minutes, trying to dredge up the nearly forgotten memory of George’s hidden lair. Frenzy had stumbled upon George in the early fifteenth century.
    The things he’d seen that man do, the atrocities and sins he’d committed, would have been enough to make Jack the Ripper lose his lunch. As the years progressed, George had tamed.
    Well, as tame as a lone wolf was capable of being, anyway.
    A drop of rainwater leaking from between a crack in the stone wall plopped onto his nose. Grunting, Frenzy wiped his nose against Mila’s blood-caked neck.
    “You’d better be worth this,” he muttered.
    After countless stairs he finally saw a break in the utter inky darkness—a faint flickering of reddish-gold candlelight.
    “George,” he called out loud enough to make the