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Warrior Kerrickhad found his vampire mate in Alison, Endelle had come to understand that those warriors nearest her had been chosen to help her. Whether by a higher power or the luck of the draw, each would gain a bonded mate, or breh, and a helluva lot more essential power.
    Each man was on a track to run headlong into love, for she could call the breh-hedden nothing else.
    She shook her head at Merl. Still on his back, he now pressed his leathers down around his crotch. His massive erection ran the full-length of his zipper and she clenched so hard between her legs that she almost came.
    She closed her eyes for a moment, and took several long, deep breaths.
    But Merl took advantage of her sexed-up state. He moved in close behind her, wrapping her up in his powerful arms. With his pants still on, he pushed what was hard between her butt-cheeks.
    “Let me give you relief, Endelle,” he whispered, right behind her ear. “I can feel your need and I can smell your sex. You know I’d do this right.”
    She might as well tell him the truth. “I know you would.”
    He drew the words out slowly as he said, “Then … let me … pleasure you.” With his right hand, he dipped low and cupped her. He began to massage.
    Shit.
    But she caught his hand, forcing him to stop. “No. I want to, but you’re headed toward something, my friend. I can feel it. Otherwise, I would have jumped your bones the same day you showed up with Samuel and Vela.”
    He slid his hand away, but rested his forehead against the back of her neck. “Fuck.”
    “Sorry, no.”
    He chuckled. “You make me, laugh, you know.”
    “Same here.”
    He released her but that’s when the dizziness hit Endelle. She reached out with her hands and grabbed air then toppled to the floor, rolling onto her back.
    In the distance, she could hear Merl calling to her, asking her what was wrong. But she couldn’t speak.
    Her back arched.
    She didn’t know what the hell was happening to her. Her mind felt invaded, as though some force outside of her was pushing heat and power into her brain.
    Then the images began to roll.
    Holy fucking shit, she was having a vision!
    She never had visions.
    The first was of Luken battling as she’d seen him look when he fought death vampires, which was usually seven or eight at a time.
    No one looked more glorious in battle, not even Thorne, the acknowledged hero of them all.
    But Luken, with his massive shoulders, arms and pecs, his thick muscled thighs, his blond hair and blue eyes, was a Nordic God from mythology. When he donned battle gear and wielded his sword to fight hard on behalf of Second Earth, he had no equal.
    But in these rolling images, she could see death vampires coming out of the sky, more and more and more, descending on him.
    The steel of his sword flashed in the night sky, sparking with fire.
    He fought like a god, whirling in the air, moving faster and faster, at times seeming to disappear. The land behind him was mountainous and stormy and a distant ridge was on fire.
    She felt what was coming, and watched as at least a dozen Third Earth death vampires arrived to join the battle.
    Luken wouldn’t stand a chance. Third Earth death vampires had tremendous power.
    He fought valiantly, but the numbers overwhelmed him and a blade caught him from behind. He arched and fell, his light blue wings ineffective as he began plummeting to earth.
    There was no way to save him.
    Her heart ached as he disappeared into the land below.
    In the vision, she remained high in the sky suspended as the death vampires celebrated, roaring into the heavens. They were incredibly beautiful with their pale, faintly bluish complexions, each feature even, and their wings a glossy black.
    Within the vision, she followed the vampires, traveling hundreds of miles. She saw alternating landscapes of wastelands, ridges of fire, and the earth’s great natural beauty. Sometimes a city would appear and a great stone wall.
    This was Third Earth. She’d