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    Lincoln had also told him that if he failed in this mission, it would be his head. The threat didn’t bother Tor. He had never failed. He had never strayed from his duty. This escort mission was simple in comparison to his previous ones.
    All he needed to do was bring Eve to the mansion in Oslo and abide by the rules set out by Lincoln. He had to treat her with the respect she deserved as their future Chosen Daughter, had to protect her with his life, and had to do nothing that might harm her. Easy enough considering all he had to do was put her on the private jet, sit with her a few hours, and then drive her to the mansion after they had landed in Oslo.
    Or it should be.
    But something about her bothered him.
    Lincoln had warned she would be volatile, frightened and in need of care. Tor could see that, although she hid it well most of the time. The male had neglected to mention that she would be such a danger to herself though. He had thought Lincoln overprotective when he had told him to protect her from herself if the need arose.
    Tor had the feeling the need was definitely rising, and the more time he sat with her, the stronger the feeling grew.
    He flicked another glance at her, catching a glimpse of her profile as light flashed across it, his gaze focused on her deep brown eyes.
    Those eyes had shown a hint of vulnerability back at the club. It had been buried beneath the layers of defiance, anger, bitterness and hatred, but it was there. Those darker emotions were keeping her going. They were keeping her strong, but they troubled him.
    She wasn’t right.
    She wasn’t coping as everyone thought.
    He had encountered many newly turned vampires and this one wasn’t dealing with the transition.
    If given leave to voice his opinion, he would say that she wasn’t going to survive being in the mansion. It was going to be too much for her.
    He knew Lady Lilith had taken months to move from the cabin in the mountains into residence at the mansion. He wasn’t sure how long her sister had been a vampire, but it was going to take more than a few months of seclusion to convince her to embrace life as one.
    Tor shifted his focus to her again and drove onto the airport, heading for the hangar where the jet waited. Eve tensed, her mood darkening and emotions rising. Too many to discern but a few stood out amongst the swirling maelstrom.
    Panic. Fear. Determination.
    Her feelings about travelling to Oslo and facing her sister?
    Or something else?
    The bitterness came again, a sharp tang in her scent that blacker feelings swiftly followed. Her fingers curled into fists on her lap.
    He spotted the small white jet ahead, stark in the darkness. Rain lashed down, the wind driving it across the tarmac, towards the open hangar nearby. Every metre closer they drew to it, Eve’s tension increased.
    It was on the tip of his tongue to break protocol and ask her what was wrong when she suddenly turned in her seat to face him.
    “I changed my mind. I’m not going.”
    Tor frowned and rattled through his orders. Bringing her home went up against respecting her and doing nothing that might harm her. Could forcing her onto the plane be considered disrespecting and hurting her?
    His primary objective was completing his mission. That mission was to bring her home.
    “Jet is already preparing for take-off. No turning back now.”
    She cursed. “You’ll have to carry me onto that damn plane.”
    “I have no problem with that. Thank you for giving permission.” Tor drove into the hangar, parked the car and turned off the engine.
    He shoved the door open, stepped out and closed it, cutting off her low growl.
    Tor opened the back door, grabbed his duffle and slung it over his shoulder, and then picked up her bag. He shut the door, rounded the car and was about to get the door for her when she opened it, slamming the metal panel hard into his knees. She huffed and strode away from him, leaving him to close the door for her.
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