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Assuming he got out of this little mess alive.

He could return the princesses, but that would show weakness.

The video footage of the two large vampires murdering his men in the penthouse and taking Elizabeth was disturbing. It was possible he had underestimated them.

Willow’s eyes flickered opened and stared right at him.

Jesus Christ.

A slight smile formed on her lips. As if she knew what he was thinking. As if waiting for her rescuers to come and tear him to pieces.

She shouldn’t mistake his recent kindness for weakness.

Nikolay narrowed his eyes and pushed away from the glass. “Turn the lights up.”

The cell brightened. Willow sat up immediately and covered the baby with her body, lifting her hand behind her to give him the bird.

He let out a sharp growl.

There was a confidence about her today that she hadn’t had yesterday. Could she sense, like some damn animal, that her mate was returning?

Nikolay went back over what they knew about the vampire species. Xander’s initial team had learned as much as they could when they had the first sample in here.

But of course, it was impossible to torture a vampire, so he’d learned. You cut them up, they grew another limb. Semi-immortal, the scientists had called it.

There was so much they didn’t know.

He stepped out of the room and pulled out his phone. “Alexis.”

“Pakham,” his second answered.

“Any news?”

“We believe they flew to Seattle on a private flight,” Alexis said. “If we are right, then they are in Washington now.”

Ice ran through his body, but it wasn’t just fear, it was also excitement.

There was a chance he could capture more of them. If he was successful, he could leverage his prisoners and it would give him proof he needed to reveal the vampire race.

Then, governments around the world would need the serum to control the predators.

Fuck the oil industry.

Nikolay would become the wealthiest individual to walk the earth.

It was capture, run, or die.

Those were the options.

Because if he killed the Moretti prince, the king would start at war that would be unlike anything the world had ever seen.

His lips stretched into a smile.

“Get over here. And bring as many men and serum guns as you can,” Nikolay said.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Brooklyn stood under the shower and let the tears flow. She wanted to not care, but she was hurting way more than was appropriate for a man she had only slept with once.

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