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more a statement than question, but she still answered him. "No, he hasn’t."
    "So you are still human and therefore must be protected."
    "Protected? From what? Angelo would never hurt me."
    The man cocked a brow at her, "You think him biting you and bonding your soul to his is not causing you harm, pet?"
    "Do not call me pet. My name is Darcy. Use it."
    She was getting pissed off now. She wanted to go back to Angelo but she was rapidly getting the idea that wasn’t going to happen.
    "Make yourself at home, Darcy. You will be here until we can capture your vampire or until he turns one hundred and dies from starvation because he cannot get your blood."
    She reached out and grabbed his arm, "How long are you intending on keeping me here?"
    Pain ripped through her hand and up her arm; quickly letting go she cradled her injured arm against her chest. Damn that hurt!
    "Twenty years at the most."
    He turned and left before she could utter a word more. She crumpled to the floor and curled into a ball. Twenty years! The mental image of Angelo dying crippled her further and she began to cry, loud soul deep sobs that expressed her withering heart and soul. How the hell had she ended up in this mess?
    ~ * ~
    Angelo moved up the check in line as he waited for Darcy to return. By the time he made it to the counter, she still hadn’t made an appearance. After explaining the situation to the service lady, she offered to hold their bags while he went to check on Darcy. As he approached the hallway to the bathrooms he sensed a number of Elder Nobles were near and his system went into overdrive; panic set in at the thought of the Nobles getting a hold of his Bride.
    He entered the hallway just as he saw Darcy being led away by a man who looked suspiciously like Karl. He held her in a way that meant he would be able to cause her great injury quickly if she tried to escape. Damn, he wouldn’t be able to grab her from him without causing her injury and getting them all arrested by the airport security. He stayed at a safe distance from them and followed them out of the airport. He was hoping once they got outside he could mingle in with the crowd and find a way to separate her from him.
    Unfortunately once they stepped outside Karl moved his grip onto her arm, clamping her tight enough Angelo saw her shoulder slump down in an attempt to alleviate the pain. He ground his teeth and locked down his muscles to stop himself from ripping the bastard’s throat out. It wouldn’t solve anything, he’d end up in jail and another Noble would come and take his bride while he was locked up.
    He watched as Darcy was all but dragged over to a big black windowless van, how unoriginal. He took note of the number plate, reciting the numbers over and over until they were entrenched in his brain. As three robed men got out of the van Angelo shuddered. These were the Elders he had sensed earlier. Shit. He was going to need some serious back up to get his bride free. He couldn’t take out three Elders on his own.
    His heart ripped in two and his soul screamed as his Bride was ushered into the back of the van and it drove away. He headed for the nearest taxi and headed back to the apartment. As the taxi pulled out of the airport he grabbed his phone and rung his father.
    "Hello my boy." His father greeted him in Italian. Angelo kept the conversation in his native tongue so the taxi driver hopefully wouldn’t understand what they were saying.
    "Hello father, sadly this is not a social call. The Nobles have just captured my Bride."
    " Merda ! No one knows even the rough location of the Nobles' lair in Melbourne. Tell me what happened; how was she captured?"
    "At the airport, we were about to leave for Italy. She went to the bathroom and they grabbed her. Three high level Elders and one low level—a previous lover of hers. They took her in a van. I did manage to get the plate number."
    "Very good, see if you can find the registration details of the vehicle.