A Hunger Like No Other

from everything on the entire earth.

Was this the root of the pain he'd discovered within her? Did her family differentiate between what the Horde was and what Emma was? He would have to be careful with that himself. He could curse vampires to hell and not be thinking of Emma whatsoever.

The only positive thing he could find about the Valkyrie was that they'd always maintained an uneasy truce with the Lykae, reasoning that 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend.'

Until the Accession. When all immortals were forced to fight for survival in the Lore.

This news was a thousand times better than if her family was of the Horde. But it still had its share of problems.

Almost all creatures of the Lore had a mate for life in some fashion. Vampires had Brides, demons had Lovers, phantoms had Kindred, and Lykae had their mates. Even a ghoul never left the troop that had first infected it.

Valkyrie formed no such bonds.

They drew strength from their coven but were completely independent when away from it. It was said that the thing they wanted above all else was freedom. You can never keep a Valkyrie when she wants to be free, his own father had told him. And Lachlain was going to try to do just that.

He would try to keep her though she 'must be terrified' of him. And her family didn't even know he'd attacked her. They only suspected he'd touched her as she'd never been touched.

Yet he had. And he would do it again under the influence of the moon. Like all mated Lykae, his need would be so strong then, his control weak. Since earliest memory, when a king was in residence with his queen at Kinevane, all others left the castle on the night of the full moon and the ones preceding and following, so the pair could give themselves up to its pull and surrender to it with abandon.

If only she could feel the same need and aggression, he wouldn't frighten her so badly. He vowed he would lock her away, even as he knew nothing could stop him from getting to her…

It would've been so much easier if his mate had been of the clan.

But then he wouldn't have Emma…

Near sunset, two maids knocked to unpack and arrange her clothing. 'Take care with her things,' he told them as he rose from her bedside. 'And doona touch her.' Leaving them wide-eyed, he shrugged through the closed curtains to get to the balcony. He stared out at the setting sun, gazing at their home, the land and hills, the forest that he hoped she would grow to love.

When the sun set, he returned and frowned to find the maids a few feet from the bed, peering at Emma, whispering. But he knew they wouldn't dare touch her, and they were young Lykae who had probably never seen a vampire.

He was just about to tell them to leave when Emma opened her eyes in a flash and rose in that floating way. The maids screamed in terror; Emma hissed and scrambled to the headboard as the two fled.

Lachlain had known this wouldn't be smooth.

'Easy, Emma,' he said, striding to her side. 'You startled each other.'

Emma watched the door for long moments, and then her gaze flickered over his face. Her skin paled and she turned away.

'Your wounds are mending well.'

She said nothing, just brushed her fingertips over her chest.

'When you drink again, they should heal completely.' He sat beside her, rolling up his sleeve, but she recoiled from him.

'Where am I?' Her gaze darted all around, finally resting on the foot of the mahogany bed. She focused on the intricately wrought carvings, then twisted around to view the headboard, scrutinizing the inlaid symbols there. The room was deepening into darkness, with only the fire lighting it, and the symbols seemed to move with shadow.

Craftsmen had begun constructing this bed on the day of Lachlain's birth, not only for him, but for her. He'd often lain just where she was, staring at the carvings with fascination, imagining what his mate would be like.

'You're at Kinevane. You're safe. Nothing can harm you here.'

'Did you kill all of them?'

'Aye.'

She nodded, clearly satisfied.

'Do you know why they would attack like that?'

'You're asking me?' She tried to rise.

'What do you think you're doing?' he demanded, pressing her back down.

'I need to call home.'

'I called your home last night.'

Her eyes went wide with apparent relief. 'You swear? When are they coming to get me?'

He was disappointed by how happy the thought of leaving him made her—but he couldn't blame her. 'I spoke to Annika, and now I know what they are. What you are.'

Her face fell. 'Did you tell her what you are?'

When he nodded, she turned away, flushing, he realized, with shame.

He tried to tamp down his anger. 'It shames you for them to know you're with me?'

'Of course it does.'

He grated, 'Because you see me as an animal.'

'Because you're the enemy.'

'I've no quarrel with your family.'

She raised her eyebrows. 'The Lykae haven't fought against my aunts?'

'Only at the last Accession.' Just five hundred years ago.

'Did you kill any of them then?'

'I've never killed a Valkyrie,' he answered honestly. But he admitted to himself that this was probably because he'd never faced one.

She raised her chin. 'And what about that thing inside you? What's it been up to?'

19

Emma still got chills thinking about what she'd seen in the midst of the vampire attack.

Unfortunately for her, she now knew exactly what Lachlain looked like when he changed. It had been like a shaky projector image, flickering over him, illuminating something feral and brutal that had peered at her with absolute possession.

And now she was in its bed.

'Emma, what you saw last night—that's no' what I am.' The firelight cast shadows across his face, reminding her. 'That's only a small part of me, and I can control it.'

'Control?' She nodded slowly. 'So you made a decision to attack me in the field and in the hotel room in Paris? You meant to strangle me?'

She thought he stifled a wince. 'I need to explain something to you. You know I was imprisoned by the Horde, but you doona know that I'd been…tortured. It affected my behavior, my thinking.'

She had known he'd been tortured, just not how. 'What did they do to you?'

His expression grew guarded. 'I will never burden you with those details. Why did you no' tell me you were part Valkyrie?'

'What difference would it have made? I'm still a vampire, and my aunts are still your enemies.'

'No, they're no',' he insisted. 'I doona count among my enemies wee fey women who live on another continent.'

His dismissive tone rankled almost as much as if he'd admitted to being their enemy. 'When is Annika coming