It could also be George, Sara, or any one or all of them. She didn’t really believe it was Max, but he’d taught her to consider all possibilities. Oh God. Max. Victoria realized she was curling her fingernails into her palms. She didn’t like to imagine the way he’d look at her the next time she saw him—if indeed she ever did. When she’d made the decision to give him the salvi, it had been a single-minded, tunneled response to a very simple, real fear. She could not bear for Lilith to have him again. Victoria had never been able to erase the memory, seeing him—always so powerful, so arrogant and in control—under that creature’s domination. Bare-chested, kneeling at Lilith’s side, a submissive Max with empty eyes and no will of his own…then the way he had jerked helplessly, convulsing, his torso shuddering as the vampire queen bent to sink her teeth into his neck. And drink. The image haunted her. And now, he was free—free of a hold Victoria knew she couldn’t begin to comprehend.
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