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have someone bring you food and keep you safe until I can return and explain everything to you.”
    “What the hell, you can’t be serious. I’m not safe with you here now. Just let me go.” She pushed him, but met a wall of solid muscle. She looked up into his eyes and once again they glowed a green making her lose all reasoning.
    “There is something about you, Marlee Hicks, that calls to me. I don’t like it, but yet I am unable to resist you.”
    “Me, why me?” she whispered.
    “I don’t know, but I will find out. Stay safe while I am gone, and don’t leave this room, Mo Millis .” Before she could tell him to stick it, or ask what that meant, his lips brushed against hers in a soft kiss. It was so unexpected she didn’t have time to think or respond before she was left standing alone in the room.
    She ran to the door and found the damn thing locked. She slapped her hand against the door.
    “Well isn’t that just peachy,” she stated aloud. She could beat on the door until someone came, however she felt safe here and confused with her own actions. Not sure what to do, she went to the bed to lay down. Maybe if she had some sleep she could find a way out.

Chapter Six
     
    He was fuming as he looked at the few men he had brought with him to accomplish the mission. It shouldn’t have been that damn hard. Grab Sin, bring him to him, and he would kill Sin, taking what it was his. However, tonight was the first time he noticed from afar the old man had taken a particular interest in a blood bitch. Filthy humans. The disgusting peasants were beneath him, Sin too for that matter. The fucking prick probably didn’t even realize who he was. Why would he, he was the great Vampire Lord Sinful. The one people bowed down to and kissed ass when needed. But not him. No, he wasn’t one of them. He had seen first-hand what the monster could do.
    He paced around the room looking at the demolished building that was once something great and powerful, now it acted as a reminder of what he lost and was going to avenge.
    He had been a small boy when the vampire came to his small village. He never knew evil like that existed; however, when he saw his whole family slaughtered in front of him, he had been forever changed. The vampire wanted a slave, and he turned him. Keeping him alive and thirsty in order to control him.
    For the first two years, all he could think about was blood, his past meant nothing—the craving ruled his life. His maker knew it and loved to hold it over his head, making him do his bidding in order to get the few drops of blood his maker allowed him. But he grew strong despite his treatment, his maker knew it and hated it. In turn, it made his punishments crueler.
    Then Sin came along. He was powerful and had rules his master could never follow. His master liked violence, he liked to bleed humans dry and just throw them away, not caring if someone found them. He loved the smell of fear, which put him on the map where Sin was concerned. After another brutal slaughter of a small village, Sin and his lackeys showed up.
    Instead of caring for the slaves his maker had made, Sin disregarded them with a blink of an eye. Killing a maker would usually kill the vampire unless they were strong enough to survive the break in the connection. Sin had not cared about anyone but himself, the bastard had looked at him in disgust and killed his maker. It had been painful, and he was sure Sin knew that.
    When his maker was struck down, he thought he would die from the pain. Thankfully he had not been in the same room as his maker or they would have killed him when they discovered he was still alive. Alive, it was laughable, he wasn’t alive—he existed. The destruction of his maker had taken whatever piece of his soul that was still present. For days he had laid there, a prisoner in his mind, unable to move because of the severed connection. After the initial shock, he had been stuck until he could gain enough strength to