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of the bed for a long time after he left. She brought her hand up to her lips, remembering their kiss. Something inside her had stirred and awakened and a wave of emotions washed over her. Confusion, passion, fear. She could still feel his warm, sensual mouth on hers, his hard muscles pressing against her body.
    Angrily, she rose from the edge of the bed and began removing her weapons. She had survived four hundred years because she had never let her heart rule her head. Warriors didn't let their guard down, ever.
    Lycans did not mate with Vampires, Drago had thought.
    Frowning, she pushed her thoughts of him away and ignored the little voice in her head that said she was far more interested in the king than she dared to admit.

    Chapter Four
    She woke up late afternoon and tried to go back to sleep. After tossing and turning a few minutes, she got out of bed, releasing a frustrated sigh. She hated getting up when it was still daylight outside. She could tell by the sun's glow filtering in from the thick, white drapes it was sunny outside.
    What was the use? She couldn't leave the castle and enjoy the beautiful afternoon. The only thought that gave her any sense of happiness was she would see her daughter soon.
    Eve's worry about Katya returned. Her sleep had been restless thinking about her daughter and more than she cared to admit, thoughts of Drago, too.
    Well there was nothing she could do now but wait until the sun set.
    After washing in the bath chambers, she got dressed and left her weapons on her chair. She'd strap them on later when the sun went down. She had no use for them now, sitting in her chambers, waiting for the night to come.
    She was a good ten stories up and her vampire hearing picked up the busy sounds from the courtyard below through the open window. Reaching for her cloak, she put it on and tucked her head in the hood, making sure no skin was exposed. She reached for her gloves and slipped them on. Once she felt secure, she went to her window and drew the drapes aside.
    She breathed in the fresh, crisp air and looked down. Below she saw guards tending to their horses, villagers stopping by market stands and people milling about, enjoying the warm afternoon. A flash of envy rose in her breast. She missed the days when she basked in the sun, but it was so long ago she'd almost forgotten what it felt like.
    Her gaze caught a little girl who couldn't be more than six years old by a well. She was holding a doll with one hand and tossing pebbles into the well with the other. Eve smiled. The little girl reminded her of Katya when she was little.
    She leaned against her window pane and continued to watch the little girl toss pebbles. She wore a small print dress that draped her little body and fell to her knees. Her hair was the same colour as Katya's, chocolate brown, framing her cute face. Eve's vampire sight made out her cherubic cheeks.
    She sighed with nostalgia, missing all those years she shared with her daughter before Balkathan's attack. Eve had known almost immediately she had given birth to a human child and she had thanked the Gods above for their mercy.
    When Katya was born, Eve had decided her daughter would choose when she was old enough if she wanted her mother to turn her into a vampire.
    Thinking of Katya, she saw the little girl bend and pick up a pebble with the same hand that held onto her doll. Eve watched her walk to the well and toss the stone in, her doll following.
    Eve tensed, straightening. The hair at the back of her neck rose as she watched the little girl's shoulders crumble and shake. She was sobbing quietly. Frowning, Eve looked around the girl to see if her parents were close by. She saw adults all around the girl, but no one seemed to notice her.
    A man stood close by, talking to a guard, and Eve silently willed him to turn around. She stiffened violently, watching the little girl walk to the edge of the well and peer inside. Then Eve grew cold. The little girl raised her body