Elizabeth XIX

‘He is not your master.’ Fero couldn’t keep the clipped, fierce note from his voice. He went directly to dominant in seconds, without thinking.

Just the idea that his woman would think of Levon that way set his teeth on edge. ‘He was never your master. He was a cruel ancient who kidnapped an innocent young girl. He will pay for what he did to you.’

At once that soothing breeze swept through his mind, clearing out his need to find the vampire and rip out his heart. There was only Elizabeth and her sweetness, that gentle soul with her light and the courage to guard his soul for centuries.

‘You are right,’ she agreed. ‘He is not my master. The point is, I can look a little closer at him with you here holding me and see things I could not before. I would not have the courage if you were not with me. I would fear he would find me the way he did when I was in the healing grounds. He always told me he could find me anywhere.’

Gary’s spirit emerged from her body, his light much dimmer than wh