"I hear that. My ex wife was the same way. Still is, if her yuppy of a new husband is anything to judge by. I swear the man flinches like one of those...little dogs she carries around in her purse every time she says his name." Eric laughed, joining me briefly at the sink. I glanced out the window over the sink, and was mildly shocked to see that it had grown dark outside. Had we really passed that much time? He followed my gaze, and a sigh settled through him. "Well, I'm not someone to just let. She could, however, see a glowing yellow light that seemed to dance in the wind. A path of roses guided her way to the tree, the petals being swept about by the wind. Quin, having not released her hand, started walking forward again. He pulled her through the path of the petals and she could feel them swirling about her legs and feet. Quin reached up and pulled aside the branches of the willow tree. Lizzy’s mouth dropped and her eyes widened slightly, even glassed over with tears. There had to. In 1816, the Romanian shepherd's wife Lizbetta Coliliu was raped by the vampire Kagan Sange. Later that year, Lizbetta gave birth to a girl of unnaturally pale skin and bright red hair--features which local gypsies identified at a young age as signs of a dhampir. The local rustic community pressured Lizbetta to abandon her daughter, and so the half-blood grew up in the Carpathian mountains with barely a sense of herself, feeding on animals. But Kagan didn't take the girl in. Viewing her as. But ... if..."She must have read my mind. She grinned down at me and arrogantly replied to my unspoken question. "Don't worry, cunt. I'm still going to own your ass. Now move. I'm not going to tell you again."I started toward the horse in a daze. She stopped me and said, "We better take this off. You wouldn't want to ruin it."She removed the dog collar around my neck and then shoved me in the direction of the horse. Donny came up behind me and held me by the shoulders. He guided me toward the.