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had received her education on vampires, but apparently it had taught her that all vampires, regardless of bloodline and status, stole vehicles and engaged in other criminal activities, such as theft and breaking and entering.
    Oneiric had assured her that the Vehemens bloodline didn’t engage in such activity.
    Shortly into their journey, she had found her voice and pointed out that he might not be a thief but he was a murderer.
    Tor hadn’t denied it.
    Oneiric had warned him that she had a hunter’s view of their kind. To her, they were all murderers, liars, thieves and, without a doubt, soulless and evil.
    How much did she actually know about the pure bloodlines and how they functioned? He doubted that she had ever fought a vampire from one. Most hunters never met a pureblood and those who did, died. The weaklings were hard enough for them to kill. Still, he appreciated the pest control they performed on the wretched bastards. Weaklings were a pain in his arse.
    How many had she killed before her turning?
    She was a murderer too. She just didn’t like to acknowledge it. She had drawn a line between humans and vampires, and now it was blurring for her and it was hitting her hard.
    Hunter turned vampire.
    Tor shook his head.
    It was little wonder the female wasn’t coping with the transition.
    He couldn’t remember his own turning. It had faded over the centuries, shoved out of his mind by the training that had taken place immediately after he had completed his transition. They had expunged his every weakness, moulding him into a stronger man. One capable of fulfilling his duties.
    Throughout his years as a hunter, he had forgotten other things too. A whole spectrum of useless emotions that were nothing but another form of weakness. Things the slight female beside him felt in full if her constant change in moods was anything to go by.
    She sighed, her cool breath barely misting the glass beside her.
    Tor turned a corner and she swayed towards him. The scent of her blood struck him hard, swirling around him, teasing him as if it knew his thoughts and wanted to prove that he still had weaknesses. His fangs itched in response, hunger welling up in him in reaction to the sweet scent. They had tended to her wounds before leaving her father, but she still smelled of blood. He had never smelled anything like her.
    He clamped his teeth together and shut down his body’s response to her blood scent. Hunger had been his subordinate for centuries, since shortly after he had completed his training. He had mastered it and it wouldn’t begin to control him again now. He had fed well recently and was strong, uninjured. He didn’t need blood.
    He didn’t need her sweet taste on his tongue.
    He needed a distraction.
    Tor pulled the phone from his pocket and dialled Lincoln. The male picked up on the third ring.
    “Female is in transit. Jet is scheduled for departure in twenty minutes. We will reach the mansion before dawn.”
    He felt her gaze swing to him, sensed her feelings shift towards anger. She had stated at the club that she didn’t like people referring to her as a package. That was all she was to him. A mission. He would take her home, as per his instructions, and then she would receive the care that she needed.
    He ended the call and slipped the phone back into his jeans.
    Eve returned to gazing out of the window but her agitation remained. It wasn’t just his referring to her as a package again. She had been growing increasingly tense and restless during the journey, as if something played on her mind.
    Tor kept a close eye on her as he took the turn that would bring him back to the small airport. She was important to the lady of his bloodline, and also his family’s Chosen Son, Lincoln, and therefore he would do all in his power to protect her and safely deliver her to them.
    During their meeting, Lincoln had told him that Eve would become the Chosen Daughter, a woman ranked only below Lilith and Lincoln in the