Elizabeth XII

Fero didn’t try to reassure her, nor did he reprimand her for not believing in him. He didn’t seem to have any kind of ego at all.

Elizabeth felt him moving in her mind, a more forceful presence than he had been, but not necessarily one that was taking her over. He was still gentle, but she felt him searching, making certain Levon hadn’t left anything of himself behind.

She knew mages could take small slivers of themselves and plant them in others to use them as spies. Some vampires had learned how to do the same. Levon held the dark mage, Xavi, within him as well as his brothers. That gave him access to their knowledge, although, on his own, Levon had never accessed those slivers.

“I am going to build a shield in your mind that he cannot penetrate. If by some miracle he managed to slip past all the safeguards woven by the warriors here as well as my brethren, he will not be able to get to you.”

She moistened her lips. She had to confess to him. “When I was in the healing grounds, be