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“Would you  try to force me to stay?”
    Vlad looked up at him. Andrew’s eyes were so eager, he was  tempted to say that, yes, if he was able, he would do everything in his  power to make certain that the werewolf could never leave him, but  he could not do such a thing. “No, I would not. Just because I am not  free does not mean that I should imprison you.”
    Vlad smiled. “Boris despises werewolves, at any rate. In Russia,  they are apparently mostly wild, and he has trouble with them. He  would never allow me a werewolf as a personal feeder, and if he ever  discovered us together, under his roof, without the protection of my  brothers, he would kill you.”
    “Vlad.” Andrew stood up and approached him.
    Vlad wet his lips. “I do not want to be everything that I told you  that I was last night. Not in your eyes. And you are not worthless to  me either. You are perfect.”
    Andrew’s fingers touched his face. Vlad was surprised at how  cold and clammy they were.
    He looked up and noticed for the first time how pale Andrew  looked. A thin layer of sweat shone on his face, and his cheeks were  oddly sallow.
    It had not been like that a minute ago.
    Vlad grabbed his hands, and they too were chilled and damp.  “What is the matter? Are you well?”
    Andrew’s grin showed off his teeth. “Actually, now that you  mention it, I really don’t feel all that great.”
    The second the words were out of his mouth, he groaned and  keeled over. Andrew sank down to his knees, his head bent, hands
    now clutching at his stomach.
    Vlad went down with him, keeping his hands on the other man’s  back. He could feel the pulsing of blood beneath the soaked T-shirt,  and the heartbeat had suddenly become erratic.

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    “You are not well. Let me help you back into bed.”
    “I think I just got a little food poisoning,” Andrew said, allowing
    himself to be aided back to his bed.
    It was the word poison that caught Vlad’s attention, and he pulled the tray table over to them to have a look at what remained of the contents. A half sandwich, three apple slices, and the glass was still half filled with a red juice. “Where did you get this food?”
    Andrew was clenching his teeth now. “Someone knocked on my door. Said the feeders were being served in their lounge, so I went and got this. It couldn’t have been poison. I would’ve smelled something wrong.”
    As a prince, even a lower prince, Vlad was expected to know of the many ways he could be assassinated.
    “Food poisoning does not happen for at least twenty hours after your meal, and not all poisons have a taste or scent.”
    Someone knew about them. Someone was trying to kill Andrew!
    “Up you get!” Vlad pulled Andrew into his arms and started dragging him to the bathroom.
    “I just got in bed!” Andrew complained.
    “You will sleep for eternity if you do not come with me!” Vlad snapped, hauling Andrew to his feet.
    It almost wasn’t enough. Andrew’s weight was becoming heavier and heavier as the other man struggled to stay on his feet. He swaggered as though the ground beneath him heaved like the sea.
    “Dizzy,” he moaned.
    This was not good. Whatever the poison was, it was working quickly.
    Vlad pulled them into the bathroom and allowed Andrew to collapse onto his knees in front of the toilet.
    He got up and began searching through the drawers until he found what he was looking for.
    “What are you―?”
    Vlad ripped the packaging off of the spare toothbrush and thrust it

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    into Andrew’s hands. “Put the back end down your throat. Bring back  up what you just ate.”
    “I hate puking,” Andrew said, but he must have seen the logic in  Vlad’s words because he did as he was instructed, promptly gagging  and letting the contents of his stomach splash into the toilet.
    Vlad pitied him. He