For a brief moment he allowed himself the luxury of wrapping himself in her warmth, her laughter, her love. Why God had chosen this time, when Mikhail was in his darkest hour, to send him such a gift, he had no idea. What he had to do was inevitable; the continuation of his species demanded it. The brutal ugliness of it filled him with revulsion. He would have to return to her with death on his hands, the deaths of more than one human. He could not walk away from it, could not hand the job over to someone else. His regret was not in taking the life of Noelle's murderers so much as in having to ask Raven to live with his deed. It would not be the first time he'd taken a life. Of course, he'd been active in several ways, and certainly there was a time when human vampire slayers had almost been a fanatic religious cult. He had been very busy, but he hadn't had Raven's beautiful blue eyes to look into then.
( Christine Feehan )
[ Dark Prince ]
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