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him, waving a hand. “I like her frankness.” Antonio looked at me again. “I know that Jared does still have things to learn. In fact, his biggest weakness is that he does not realise that there are still things for him to learn. But pride aside, he is an asset to me. He is very devoted to me and my legion. He, much like you, has great drive about him. And he is an excellent trainer. I could hand him a newborn vampire and within a month Jared would make him a model warrior.”
    Antonio seemed to be waiting for me to respond, maybe concede that there’s more to Jared than what I’d seen. Hardly likely. “That’s great,” I said in a flippant tone.
    “I want my new squad trained quickly. Physically, they willbe prepared. I am confident that Jared will ensure this. However, with regards to learning the new recruits how to control and best utilise their gifts, I believe that Jared may...struggle to have them prepared so quickly. He’s an excellent motivator, but not the best teacher. You, on the other hand...I believe that you are just what I need. I want you to work with Jared.”
    Oh this had been a surreal twenty-four hours. “Say again?”
    His laugh was silent. “You will be thought of as an employee, a commander in your own right. An equal to Jared and the other commanders.”
    I waited for the punch line but there didn’t appear to be one. “You think I’d make a good commander because I’m a Feeder?”
    “No, because you have tremendous control of your gift. Not many can boast of that. For a Feeder, a type of vampire known for being too overwhelmed by their own gift to live much longer than two years, to have such tremendous control is astonishing. Yes, I am confident that you would be an asset to me and my legion.”
    I cast a look at Sebastian. His face was all ‘go for it’. I looked back at Antonio. “You know that Jared would hate this, right?”
    Antonio raised his brows. “You would allow that to influence your decision about accepting such a position?”
    “No. But I don’t want to accept your offer and then later be told to go back home because Heir Boy had a tantrum.”
    “Jared may be my Heir, but I cast all final decisions on every matter. He knows this. He respects this.”
    The brindle Pit Bull Terrier laid his head on my lap and stared up at me with an almost pleading expression on his face. Don’t worry, I don’t think that the dog understood what was going on and was begging me to take up Antonio’s offer. But I felt like it was a sign – hopefully that sounds less psychotic.
     
     
    (Jared)
     
    I had my ass kicked. I had my ass kicked by a Sventé vampire. I had my ass kicked by a woman . The guys would never let me live this down. Neither would my brother or Antonio. Neither would she if she had stayed. Sam . It suited her.
    I had to laugh inwardly at myself: the whole thing was so weird. She had kicked my ass, embarrassed me in front of God knows how many people, and even called me a pretty girl...and all I’d wanted to do was grab her, kiss her and bite her.
    Why couldn’t she have come here to ask to be one of my consorts?! When I’d saw her at the pool I thought that might have been why she had come. Oh I’d have said yes. Who wouldn’t have? There was that amazing body, that great accent, that husky voice. Even her smart-ass attitude was a turn-on. I wouldn’t have cared if she was like the others; not interested in me, just wanting to be ‘the Heir’s’ consort. If it was the power and authority that got the women rolling up their skirts then fine, whatever. Just as long as they rolled those skirts up whenever I told them to, all was good.
    But she would never have done what I told her to. Never have bowed down. Never have batted her eyelids. She hadn’t been impressed orintimidated by my authority. Sure, she wouldn’t have known that I was the Heir. But she knew that I was a Commander, potentially her boss. Did she care? No. She kicked my ass. All of that