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are  dismissed.”
    Stelig walked out of the sitting room, his head held high, and he
    felt lighter, more powerful than he ever felt in the whole of his life.

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    Chapter Nine
    Vladimir had to be strong. He was a man of royal descent, certainly not worthy of cowering inside of his room, fearful of coming across the werewolf he’d brought here. Fearful of what he would see in those lovely eyes. Disgust? Hatred? Regret that Andrew had ever tied himself to an unworthy man such as Vlad?
    Vlad shook himself. He had to be rid of such thoughts. It was those that brought him into this position in the first place.
    Besides, he missed his lover. The sun had come up, and the windows had become dark and tinted, as they were designed to do in direct sunlight, which meant that his brother, Boris, and just about every other vampire residing in this house would likely be asleep in bed. That left only the human servants and the feeders. They would not disturb Vlad or ask him any questions. That was the only good thing about them.
    Vlad arrived at the door. He wore his best clothes and had washed
    and thoroughly combed his hair to be properly presentable.
    If only his father could see him now, attempting to impress a  werewolf. The old bastard was probably rolling in his grave.
    This time, Vlad knocked.
    His heart pounded painfully in the few seconds it took before he  received an answer, and he sighed. Thank God, Andrew had not left  him yet.
    He was almost glad to see the shock on Andrew’s face when he  opened the door and let himself in. It seemed the wolf was not  prepared for the fact that Vlad would announce himself, rather than  simply allowing himself entrance to the room uninvited.

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    Andrew sat up from the bed, the book that had been on his chest sliding off and bouncing to the carpeted floor. “You’re back.”
    “I am,” Vlad nodded. He looked around the room. Not much had
    changed, apart from the disheveled bed, the tray table with what  remained of Andrew’s snack, and the damp towels on the floor of the  bathroom. The man had bathed and eaten. Vlad was angry.
    “I have been pacing my bedchamber for hours, fearful that you  would be gone when I finally got up the courage to leave, and you  have been in here reading and snacking?”
    “I need to eat real food more than a vampire does if I’m going to  survive. Did you want me to starve myself just because we fought?”
    “Of course not.” But a little more misery wouldn’t exactly have  been unwelcome.
    Vlad folded his arms. “I am glad that you did not leave.”
    Andrew pushed away the tray table and sat up, kicking his legs over the side of the bed. He wore plain jeans and a white T-shirt today, and they were quite small for his body. They left nearly nothing to Vlad’s imagination. Not that there was anything to imagine. He’d already seen everything Andrew had to offer.
    “I told you I would go wherever you go. Until you make up your mind about that guy you’re engaged to―”
    “Lord Dragunov.”
    “Whatever.   Him . Until you make up your mind about what you’re going to do about him, I will stay.”
    Vlad swallowed over the hard lump forming in his throat. “You will abandon me if I am forced to marry him? You bound yourself to me.”
    “I know, but you can’t seriously expect me to want to stick around  if you’re going to be having sex with him and all of his concubines. I  wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
    Vlad put his hands behind his back. He bit his lower lip. “There is something more going on between us. I do not know what it is, but if you were truly serious about enslaving yourself to me, you would not

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    presume to simply leave of your own free will.”
    “Right, because I would have none,” Andrew said.