every day of my life."
Silence reverberated in the room, stretched tautly between the two of them—both who had known torture beyond description at Anubisa's hands.
Finally, Brennan broke the silence. "I do not believe in coincidences. If Caligula is operating in that area, it is almost certain that he is behind the drastic increase in newly turned vampires."
"Why? Why would he do that? You can't control new vamps for the first year or two, so what does it serve him?" Justice asked. "Although that's assuming a vamp needs a reason to cause trouble, which is probably stupid to begin with."
Ven nodded. "I agree with all of that. No coincidence, vamps cause trouble for no reason, and Justice is stupid." He grinned at Justice as he said it.
Denal and Christophe laughed, breaking the tension, but Justice didn't seem to be amused. He glared at Ven. "Laugh it up, Ven Helsing. Sounds like your little gem singer got to you." He laughed. "Hey, if it's a problem, I'll be glad to take over for you. Sounds like she's quite a woman."
Ven had joked with Justice about women for more than two centuries, but suddenly, with that one sentence, something changed. Someone changed.
Ven changed.
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"Don't even think about it," he growled, all traces of amusement gone from his voice.
"Stay away from Erin."
Denal's sharp gasp sounded a warning, causing Ven to unsheathe his daggers in one smooth motion and whirl around to face the threat. But the chamber door remained firmly closed, and the only things remotely threatening in the room were the shocked expressions on the faces of Denal, Alexios, and Christophe. Ven took in their widened eyes as his own narrowed. "What? Why are you staring at me like that?"
As Conlan and Alaric shot up out of their chairs in unison, Denal strode around the table until he faced Ven again. "Your eyes. They're… they're glowing," he said, awe infusing his words. "There's a weird blue-green flame in the middle. It's like—"
"It's the flame of Poseidon," Brennan said. "Since one can only suppose that you do not seek to achieve the soul-meld with one of us, it appears that the gem singer has affected you even more than you know."
Ven clenched his eyes shut to block their view. Douse the flame.
Hoped it would work. Somehow knew it wouldn't.
"Ven?" Conlan's voice rang out, still calm, but resonating with royal command. "Is there something else you meant to tell me about Erin Connors?"
Ven muttered a few of his favorite curses in ancient Atlantean, then decided to try to play it casual. "Well, now that you mention it…"
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before and didn't know what to expect. The candlelit room, lined with sturdy wooden bookcases and heavy midnight blue silk draperies, contained an air of solemnity underscored by the absolute cessation of her power from the moment she'd stepped through the doorway. The room must be shielded by the most powerful of wards; Erin couldn't hear even a glimmer of the song of the large geodes that rested on the bookcases. The gems on her fingers lay dark and still as well.
The rumors of Silencing she'd heard, growing up as a witch, swirled up through her memories to press against her mind. Unfortunately, the rumors had brought along their buddies: Terror and Despair. Twice in one evening she'd been blocked from her powers. She made a promise to herself: it wasn't going to happen again. She straightened her shoulders and took a step toward the massive table at one end of the midnight-blue draped room. "I am here to report an incident, am I not?"
Gennae looked up from the papers she'd been