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head, willing away the images that flashed before her. Xenock pacing at the end of her bed, his clothes disheveled and dirty, his eyes wild with Rogue Syndrome.
     
    “She’s mine. She’s mine. She’s mine,” he whispered.
    “Xenock, where have you been?”
    “You’re mine!”
     
    She opened her eyes as his image flew at her. Taking a deep breath, she scanned the slave auction list yet again then rose from her chair and turned toward her large office window.
    “Chase, I can’t do this now. It is too soon, I—”
    “It’s been months since Xenock’s death. You refuse to sleep during the daylight hours, and you haven’t been feeding.” Her uncle sighed. “Danika. I worry for you. You need to find someone. Take a mate, to buoy you up.”
    She turned from the window and put a tight smile on. “I’m all right.” She pulled down her blazer and smoothed her updo to cover her lie. Her body weakened with each passing moon. She had to stay strong. Had to look the part. Straighten her back, hold her head high, and play the part of the Vampire Ice Queen everyone believed she was.
    Everyone watched and waited to see if she’d screw up again. After all, it’d been her own mistake for allowing a lowly, human-mutated vamp into her coven, and into her bed. No one would cut her slack again. Her world was as bloodthirsty and cutthroat as the human world had been before its fall. She refused to allow her gaze to drift to the couch in the corner of her office where an image of Xenock in a tan suit, his hair impeccable, sat staring at her.
    Chase shook his head. “Nika, you need a blood slave of your own. You need to feed regularly, and this is the best way.” He lifted the file from the slave auction and waved it at her before setting it down again. “It’s time.”
    She swallowed hard. No one but Chase had called her by her nickname since her parents’ deaths. She pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers. She didn’t want to do this now. But if she didn’t find a slave soon, she would go into a coma and need transfusions until her body healed. She couldn’t afford to let that happen. Her house had plenty of blood slaves, but Danika’s parents had taught her at a young age the dangers of sharing slaves. Therefore, she only fed on them when she the thirst became too great, and only one in particular, Matthew. She’d never owned a personal slave before. So she’d relied on Savor as well as Matthew since the outbreak.
    She breathed deeply and Xenock’s image vanished. For the moment. She had to keep it together.
    As her minion, Xenock had been her best friend, confidant, and for a short time, after the loss of her parents, her lover. It was her affair with him that had caused his ultimate demise. Danika pushed down the guilt.
    She sat and flipped through the profiles again. Fifteen human males and six human females were on the list this month. Each profile was accompanied by a complete workup. Everything from blood type to personality profiles. Her gaze locked on Chase, the last of her family outside of the Russian zone. “Where’s the auction being held?”
    “At the Regency House.” He stared at her. “Nika you shouldn’t go down there.”
    “Uncle, I can’t tell the truth about them by just sitting here and reading profiles. I have to see them. I can’t make a mistake again.” She bristled. Being a great judge of character was something she prided herself on. Her parents had taught her everything they knew about how to survive in the Vampire society. They’d worked their way up in the Vampire hierarchy to coven lords, and had built their synthetic blood company from nothing to the top of the Fortune 500 company list. All of that had almost been lost, with her failure to size up Xenock. She refused to let her father’s legacy be destroyed by her own failures. She’d been without an assistant since Xenock, and work was piling up. Having a vamp in her office again wouldn’t work one bit and