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Four of her warriors had bonded with their brehs Maybe Jean-Pierre hadn’t completed the process but he ell down the pike Jesus Four Four Would she now lose Jean-Pierre as a warrior?

When Warrior Medichi had completed the breh-hedden with Parisa Lovejoy, he’d e the world as her aside his breh The couple shared the saood and yes, they were helping to ilobe as a powerful ruler, but in the meantime she’d lost Medichi’s sword-arm at the Borderlands

Her men were in deep shit They protected the five Borderlands, keeping hundreds of death vaht

Colonel Seriffe and Jean-Pierre had been working with the Militia Warriors, to i skills The proble one--was that it took four Militia Warriors to bring down one death vaenetic lottery had equipped the Warriors of the Blood, they were so far superior in preternatural speed and skill that they could easily take on as ht death vampires at once That was a helluva lot of power

But she wasn’t going down that road That road led to the Grand Canyon of five o when Greaves had called her out in battle and she’d lost over a thousand Militia Warriors

So, no Her thoughts stopped right there

She had to live in the here and now or she’d lose her fucking mind

She shoved both hands into her thick black hair and pulled at the braids dangling past her shoulders She whirled away from the balcony and paced into the rotunda She took a deep breath, levitated, and s was a rush, about as close to sex as any other function got

She rose into the air, plowing in ss so that she rolled beneath the rounded ceiling She ended up on her back with the tips of her wings flapping ever so slowly, like swi afloat with just a sweep of the hands

What was she going to do? Creator help her, as she going to do? Marguerite was a gifted Seer and for the first tiainst Owen Stannett She could trade Marguerite to Stannett and gain access, at long last, to the information from the Superstition Fortress that could turn the tide of war … at long fucking last

But the price--!

The inestimable value of two souls, one of which she had loved for two thousand years

Talk about a crucifixion

Fiona lay in bed beside Jean-Pierre His back was to her, the dark blue comforter under his arm so that his hair was spread out for her to see He slept heavily, his breathing almost labored, the sound of so tiers on top of his Without the connection, he would wake up

The ht be for her, Jean-Pierre suffered h his male protective instincts had come online with all the subtlety of a summer monsoon

She owed him this, just to stick close for a while so that he could sleep Her arh, froe that, she needed to get closer, so she did not want to do His coffee scent, even while sleeping, stillthey’d just done together While showering, however, she’d concluded that she ought to be a lot wiser about their relationship They’d taken a big step, a huge step, a massive leap, but how s, she knew Jean-Pierre had issues, soo Then there was her own little struggle: She never wanted to be close to ato be a couple, or a family, in any dimension

She shifted her hip in his direction because her aret closer, but she so didn’t want to

She rotated her shoulder, which turned her arm over but still kept her connected A little better

She put her palm beneath her cheek and watched his thick hair h So she was obsidian flame, a vampire with "a duty, a sense of purpose, built on a foundation of power" Jean-Pierre had posed the question to Endelle, but Fiona had answered it, then Endelle had juain

Endelle seeht end up having soest power