Free Blood Deep by Sharon Page

vampire.
    Miranda rubbed her hand. It felt as though it had been burnt. She’d felt the heat and even thought it had gone into the vampire. It had seemed to bounce back into her.
    That scorching heat had turned into desire—desire and arousal she didn’t want and couldn’t control. It had grown so strong.
    She’d ached and throbbed, and had needed to rub between her thighs. She had squeezed them together, unable to fight the yearning. Then she’d burst—she couldn’t explain it any other way.
    She hugged herself. That explosive feeling must be what drove her brother and his new wife to their bedroom so often and was responsible for those agonized moans Caroline made that could be heard through the bedchamber walls.
    It had to be. Her pleasure had been so intense she’d feared her heart might stop, or burst.
    Her cheeks still burned. She couldn’t catch her breath.

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    Miranda stared at Zayan. He smiled at her. He still had fangs. So it hadn’t worked. And she didn’t believe she had returned his soul.
    Why not? What had gone wrong?
    Was it because he was not dead but undead?
    She remembered the terror she’d felt when Simon had drowned, when she had been eleven and he had been thirteen.
    It had been like her heart had stopped along with his. She’d been almost physically sick, her stomach leaping upward, bile in her throat. Tears had been streaming down her face. She’d begged him to live. She’d touched his heart. Then he’d coughed and sputtered and had thrown up a lot of horrid, slimy water.
    It had been the same when she had saved Aunt Eugenia—
    she had desperately wanted her aunt to be alive again. With her parents, she’d never had the chance. Her mother had died when she was very young; her father just over three years ago, but on shipboard while crossing from Calais during the heady newness of peace. His body had been lost.
    She thought of the child in Hyde Park. Even though she hadn’t known the little boy, it had shattered her heart to think he would die. That he was dead. Each time, her heart had been broken and she had been determined to bring life back. Each time, she had truly cared.
    She could never care enough about these vampires to give them their lives back. That avenue of escape was lost to her.
    The carriage began to slow its breakneck pace. In the space between the window and the shade covering it, Miranda saw hints of light. They were in a village now. This—this would be her chance to get free.
    She turned beseeching eyes to Zayan. “Please . . . I am so hungry. I need . . .” She blushed, as a respectable lady should while discussing the privy. “I need to relieve myself. Please?”
    It was Lukos who answered. “We’ll stop. I need to feed.”

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    Coaches clattered into the yard beside the inn. Twilight had settled in, and only a strip of soft violet remained along the horizon. Lamps burned, and Miranda noticed both Zayan and Lukos hid their faces to ensure the light did not glint on their reflective eyes.
    Lukos held her wrist and she could not break free of his hold. Could she scream to the surrounding crowd—the families and gentlemen and elderly ladies leaving coaches or approaching others?
    There were children in the crowd.
    And she remembered the magic that Zayan had done. He could possibly kill dozens of people with his power if he threw a bolt of it into the crowd to stop her.
    She had no choice but to go along with the vampires. And then find a chance to escape.
    “We’ll go to the dining room and you may have a meal.”
    It was on the tip of her tongue to sarcastically thank Zayan for being so kind. But she bit down. Best to let them think she was so frightened she would obey them.
    Lukos shook his head. His long hair fluttered in the breeze, and his eyes gave a betraying flash of silver. “I need to hunt.”
    Miranda caught her breath. He meant he was going to hunt down an innocent person and take their blood.
    “No, you