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Diana returned to the safe house shortly before dawn, where she briefly lit a candle and, after confirming that her sisters weren’t communing, let it flare high and hot for several heartbeats. Then she let it burn out.
The unnaturally high heat she’d generated would serve as a calling card for her sisters when they next checked in. It was just as well. She didn’t want to go into everything tonight.
Her thoughts wandered to Alec. She should feel guilty for terrifying him. It shouldn’t be funny—the face he made when she had flipped him like a doll.
His kind weren’t used to being outmatched. And he was at the top of the heap when it came to strength and power. Few other vampires could match him, even those older than him. But he was either very brave or very stupid if he continued to in
