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Rain lashed down, the wind driving it across the tarmac, towards the open hangar nearby. Every metre closer they drew to it, Eve’s tension increased. It was on the tip of his tongue to break protocol and ask her what was wrong when she suddenly turned in her seat to face him. “I changed my mind. I’m not going.” Tor frowned and rattled through his orders. Bringing her home went up against respecting her and doing nothing that might harm her. Could forcing her onto the plane be considered disrespecting and hurting her? His primary objective was completing his mission. That mission was to bring her home. “Jet is already preparing for take-off. No turning back now.” She cursed. “You’ll have to carry me onto that damn plane.” “I have no problem with that. Thank you for giving permission.” Tor drove into the hangar, parked the car and turned off the engine. He shoved the door open, stepped out and closed it, cutting off her low growl. Tor opened the back door, grabbed his duffle and slung it over his shoulder, and then picked up her bag. He shut the door, rounded the car and was about to get the door for her when she opened it, slamming the metal panel hard into his knees. She huffed and strode away from him, leaving him to close the door for her. He bit back a growl and went after her. She paused inside the hangar and stared at the plane, the breeze whipping her dark hair around her shoulders. Spots of rain landed on her face, glistening like diamonds against her pale skin. He didn’t want to hazard a guess at the last time she had fed properly. She was weak. She hadn’t been able to defend herself against four weakling vampires, a task that should have been easy for her, and he had noticed her shaking in the club. Before departing, he had pressed Oneiric on the subject and the male had admitted she had refused blood on waking tonight. Tor had the feeling tonight wasn’t the only time she had refused to feed. Her face paled further and she wrapped her arms around herself, fingers clutching the sleeves of her black jacket and pulling the material tight, as if she needed to hold herself together or she would fall to pieces. Tor hazarded a step closer and she looked across at him, her large brown eyes showing that vulnerable edge as clear as night now. The stewardess and co-pilot of the jet lingered nearby, waiting for the pilot to lower the steps of the plane so they could make the short bolt across the tarmac in the driving rain. The door began to lower. Tor took another step towards her. Eve swung to face him, grabbed his arm and stared up into his eyes, her panic flowing over him. “Just give me a minute,” she blurted and clutched his arm, her fingers trembling against his wrist. His mission was to get her on that plane and their departure time was rolling up on them. He didn’t have a minute to give. Her fingers flexed and her grip tightened. Her dark eyes implored him. Tor went against every instinct he possessed and led her deeper into the hangar, away from the rain. Eve released him and paced away, her gaze dancing between him and the plane. “I’m not ready for this,” she whispered, her soft voice laced with pain. “It’s too much. I need more time.” “I cannot give you that time. My mission is to bring you to Lady Lilith as soon as possible.” Eve cast him a pained look and turned her back on him. She wrapped her arms around herself again and shook her head. She looked smaller like that. More vulnerable. It was strange for him, but he found himself drawn to stepping closer to her and gently asking, “Don’t you want to see your sister?” “I do,” she said and sighed. “I do want to see her… but I don’t know how she’ll react to seeing me again. She thought I was dead. It’s been five years, Tor.” The sound of his name rolling softly off her tongue shocked him almost as much as the news that she had turned five years ago and hadn’t seen her sister in that time. He hadn’t known, but now that he did, he understood her reluctance to jump on a plane and meet her sister again. It wasn’t the only reason behind her reluctance though. He could see the cold hunger in her again as she turned to face him and her dark eyes locked with his. She hid it well, but it was there, layered with purpose and determination, and a drive that seemed familiar to him. On top of that burning need that drove her ever onwards was one that held her back. The need to avoid accepting what she had become at all costs. At the Vehemens mansion, she wouldn’t be able to hide from it any longer. The hunter would have to face the truth. She had become a vampire. She had become the very creature she once hunted and loathed. Movement out of the corner of his eye drew his attention to the front of the hangar. The stewardess and co-pilot placed their long dark coats over their heads to shield them from the downpour and rushed across the small strip of tarmac to the plane. The jet’s staff made it on board. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Not the distance. Not thunder. His senses focused and everything slowed to a crawl. A violent growl filled the silence, beginning in the belly of the jet, and grew in volume to a deadly roar. Brilliant blinding light drove the darkness back, orange and white flares stinging his eyes. Tor reacted on instinct to the split-second warning, turning away from the coming blast. Eve stood immobile, her eyes widening in horror as the eruption tore the Cessna apart, the inferno illuminating her face and warming her pale skin. Tor lunged for her as the heat of the blast rolled over him. 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