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couldn’t drink it fast enough.
    But once he’d comprehended what he’d done, he’d lunged for Nikolai’s throat...
    Nikolai had waited months at Blachmount for them to return, uncaring if either attempted
    it once more. Each day they didn’t return made him wonder if they could fend for
    themselves, gathering blood each night—without drinking humans. Without killing.
    Never lowering her gaze from his face, Nïx finished a twisting shark and placed it by the
    dragon creature. He found his eyes drawn to the shapes again and again.
    “You knew they would be angry?” Nïx asked.
    After a hesitation, he admitted, “I did. But I turned them anyway.”
    When Myst saw him exhale wearily, she began relaying to Nïx everything he’d told her of
    his brothers. Granted a reprieve, Nikolai yet again justified his decision to himself. That
    night, seeing Sebastian about to die had made Nikolai realize how much Sebastian
    especially had missed out on. All he’d wanted was a family and a place to live in peace.
    Sebastian had never had a chance to find either—he hadn’t yet lived—and Nikolai
    couldn’t accept that.
    As a lad, Sebastian had shot to his full height of six and a half feet early, without the
    weight and muscle that would come a year or two later. Though he’d been rangy and
    awkward, Sebastian had almost fared better before his body had caught up with his height.
    After that, he hadn’t known what to do with his size, with his incredible strength that grew
    every day. He’d accidentally blackened more than one girl’s eye with his elbow and
    actually had broken one’s nose that way. He’d stepped on so many toes that the village
    girls joked that they wouldn’t walk near him without “clogs and fortitude.”
    But the worst occurred when he and Murdoch had been running in the village, most likely
    doing some mischief of Murdoch’s, and Sebastian had collided with a woman and her
    young daughter. He’d laid both of them flat, knocking the air from their lungs. A
    disturbing experience in itself, but once the woman and girl got their breaths back, they’d
    screamed bloody murder.
    Sebastian had been appalled at himself. From the time he was a small boy, he’d always had
    a shy bent, and things like this made it much worse. He’d become unsure around all
    women, without the smooth charm of Murdoch or the indifference of Conrad.
    At thirteen, Murdoch had had a devilish grin that had already earned him entrance under
    many women’s skirts in the village. At the same age, Sebastian had been the quiet lad with
    a sweating fistful of crushed wildflowers that would never make it to their intended.

    Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer ( http://www.novapdf.com ) So he’d turned to his studies. Incredibly, even after he’d trained for war since he was old
    enough to hold a wooden sword, Sebastian’s mind was the strongest part of his body.
    He’d written treatises and scientific papers, which garnered him the notice of some of the
    great minds of the time—
    “You’ve seen something,” Myst said, bringing Nikolai from his thoughts.
    “I can tell you where Murdoch is.”
    “I saw him only yesterday,” Nikolai grated. Murdoch lived at Mount Oblak , a castle
    seized from the Horde. It was the new Forbearer stronghold, so Nikolai traced there most
    days.
    “Oh, yes. Of course,” Nïx began in a sarcastic tone. “Murdoch is right where you left
    him.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” At her blank look, he said, “About Murdoch—what did
    you mean?”
    “Did I say something? What did I say? How am I supposed to keep track of what I said?”
    He was losing patience. “Damn it, Nïx, I know you could tell us where they are.”
    Her eyes went wide as she breathed, “Are you psychic, too?”
    Sometimes he really hated his in-laws.
    “Nïx, I need you to help with this,” he said, biting out the words. As a former general in
    the Estonian army, and a current