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Chapters (68)
  1. Biding Time
  2. Dedication
  3. Table of Contents
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Chapter Twenty-Six
  32. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-One
  37. Chapter Thirty-Two
  38. Chapter Thirty-Three
  39. Chapter Thirty-Four
  40. Chapter Thirty-Five
  41. Chapter Thirty-Six
  42. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  43. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  44. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  45. Chapter Forty
  46. Chapter Forty-One
  47. Chapter Forty-Two
  48. Chapter Forty-Three
  49. Chapter Forty-Four
  50. Chapter Forty-Five
  51. Chapter Forty-Six
  52. Chapter Forty-Seven
  53. Chapter Forty-Eight
  54. Chapter Forty-Nine
  55. Chapter Fifty
  56. Chapter Fifty-One
  57. Chapter Fifty-Two
  58. Chapter Fifty-Three
  59. Chapter Fifty-Four
  60. Chapter Fifty-Five
  61. Chapter Fifty-Six
  62. Acknowledgments
  63. Other Titles by Lyn Gardner
  64. Going on Red
  65. Choices
  66. Born Out of Wedlock
  67. Give Me A Reason
  68. Mistletoe

“Luckily, Napoleon has never dabbled in any other businesses except for bars, drugs, and the occasional brothel, so he has no easy way to get into the companies tracing ancestries. There’s no corporate connection between his businesses and those, so he can’t simply waltz in and ask for the information. He’d have to infiltrate them, which could take years, and Napoleon could literally spend decades without finding a thing. Eventually, I’d hope, he’d just give up or, God willing, he’d finally meet his maker, and we’d be done with his lunacy once and for all. Obviously, it’s not foolproof, but it gives us quite a bit of time.”

“And the council knows nothing of this?”

“No, not about this subject,” Max said, shaking his head. “If you remember, because you’re a daywalker, I needed their permission to even run your DNA for genealogical purposes since research on daywalkers is forbidden, and I’ve put myself into a slightly gray area by running these additional tests. But, there’s no point in telling them anything. We won’t murder hundreds of thousands, if not millions of people, for a cause such as this. It’s not worth it. Therefore, this stays with us.”

There was something in Max’s tone that vexed Bennett, and several seconds passed before she spoke. “Right, well then that leads us back to why you didn’t tell me about this years ago, or were you hoping to become king of the kingdom?”

“That couldn’t be further from the truth,” Max said, setting his jaw. He pressed a button on his phone, and Victor came into the study a minute later.

“Yes, sir?”

“Victor, would you be so kind as to show Dr. Prescott around the house a bit? He needs to get his bearings since he’ll now be calling this home.”

“Of course, sir,” Victor said, waving his arm toward the door. “Right this way, Dr. Prescott.”

“Oh, before you go,” Bennett said, pivoting in her chair. “How long were you with Napoleon?”

“Ninety-seven years next month. Why?”

“In all that time, did you ever hear him speak of an army he may be building?”

Landon’s shoulders fell. “I’d have to say we all can agree Napoleon has a lot of issues, and trust is at the top of that list. Other than Ivan, no one in the coven knows all the goings-on. I heard some scuttlebutt over the years about him wanting an army, but they were only rumors as far as I know. I never saw or heard anything that would make me believe otherwise.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“Any time.” Landon began to follow Victor, only to turn back around and return to Bennett. “I almost forgot. Does this belong to you?” he said, reaching into his pocket. “I found it while I was prepping to destroy everything. It was stuck to some wood.”