Dreams of a Dark Warrior

hard that must’ve been for a man like Chase? To allow a vampire to take blood from him?”
    Yes. Yes, she could. Her Celt was
trying,
struggling to make the best hand out of what fate dealt him. “Damn it, where is he? We never should have split up—”
    “Valkyrie,” Lothaire said. He stood at the edge of the tree line. Alone.
    Panic surged through her. “Where’s Chase?”
I can’t lose him. Not again.
Her lips drew back from her fangs. “I’m going to kill you, leech!”
    Must get back to Regin.
Every minute since his capture, Declan had waited for his heart to start pounding, for his strength to return. Now the sun was setting.
    He’d begun to suspect that Lothaire’s feedings somehow forestalled his berserkrage. Which the leech had likely put together—and used to weaken Declan today. How long would the effects last?
    Have to get free.
Surely, Regin would know better than to trust Lothaire. She would never be tricked as Declan had been. She hated that vampire.
    But what if Lothaire tells her I’ve been injured?
She’d admitted she would worry for Declan; the vampire could prey on that.
    Declan had to escape before Lothaire lured her to this place—a vile, tomblike camp filled with blood foes.
    These creatures had beaten him repeatedly, mocking his pain and ridiculing his scars.
    Between those beatings, he’d listened to their conversations. They either thought he couldn’t hear them or didn’t care because he’d soon be dead.
    He’d learned that Carrow and her ward had made it off the island, along with Malkom Slaine—who’d acted as protector to the two. And he’d heard that MacRieve had organized Vertas shifters, holing up in the mountains and rigging traps for the Pravus.
    Apparently, three of the beings Regin worried for still lived—
    The two Sorceri females swept into the temple. Myriad beings, probably three dozen of them, followed the pair inside, eagerly gathering for the show.
    “Night comes, Magister,” Portia said. “Make your peace.”
    Declan had no reason to think he’d suffer a less painful fate than Fegley’s burning. Yet all Declan cared about was protecting Regin from them.
    Raised voices sounded from outside the temple. Declan swung his head up.
Regin’s voice.
    Lothaire was forcing her into the clearing. He’d tied her wrists behind her back.
    “You sold me out, leech?” she cried. “I’ll kill you!”
    Declan thrashed against his bonds.
    In a bored tone, Emberine said, “So you fetched us the Valkyrie?”
    “They’re so trusting, it’s like leading lambs to slaughter,” Lothaire said. “However, this prisoner should be of particular interest to you—she’s the magister’s woman. That’s why she’s here. All I had to do was tell her she could save Chase.”
    “No!” Declan bellowed. “Lothaire, don’t do this!”
    Emberine studied his reaction. “Intriguing.” She asked Lothaire, “What do you plan for her?”
    “I intend to snap her neck, a particular fondness of mine. Eventually, I’d like to drink her to the quick, but of course, the killing blow is reserved for my gracious hostess.”
    “I’ll rip your fuckin’ head off, vampire!” Finally Declan’s heart began pounding, his blood coursing to his muscles. But he still couldn’t hit his berserkrage.
    Emberine waved Lothaire on, leaving sparks in the air. “By all means.”
    As Regin flailed, the vampire snaked an arm around her head, palming her chin with one hand. He reached the other across her neck to seize her shoulder.
    “No! Nooo!”
    Regin met eyes with him, as if she were trying to tell him something—
    The vampire snatched both of his arms in oppositedirections. Declan watched in horror as Regin’s head twisted. Face lax, body limp, she collapsed to the ground.
    He roared with fury.
She’s not dead. Not dead.
She would live through this. If he could get free.
Save her.
    These fucks
cheered
. He stifled another yell as rage flooded his body, the strength of a berserker growing rampant inside him.
One hand free.
    “Come, Emberine,” Lothaire said. “The honor is yours.”
    The sorceress created a fire sword in her palm. Playing to the crowd, she raised it above her head teasingly. All attention was on her.
    Another arm free.
    The crowd began to chant Ember’s name.
Punish them.
A red haze covered his vision. Thoughts came at random.
    With one final violent thrash, Declan escaped his bonds. As he stalked toward Regin’s body, he seized the vampires closest to