Inside, Cinn only had eyes for Dacian. Once again he was chained spread-eagled against the wall. At least this time he’d kept all his clothes, even if they’d probably have to be tossed once he was sane again. Come to think of it, he didn’t have any clothes of his own, so he must have borrowed these from Edge or Bain.

Almost without realizing it, she moved closer. His black eyes focused on her throat and he bared his fangs at her. She took a deep breath. Should she talk to him? What could she say?

And no, she wouldn’t take Sparkle’s advice. Sparkle might be fine with using the promise of sex as a surgeon’s scalpel to cut away his rage and violence. But Cinn didn’t want to use sex as a weapon.

Dacian hissed at her. He licked his lower lip, a strangely erotic gesture without any erotic intent. Cinn had a feeling he was only anticipating dinner.

His vampire nature terrified her on a primal level, just as it had the first time. But this time she knew the man, knew that this wasn’t the real person. But what if it is? What if the person he’s shown you is a fake? No, she wouldn’t allow herself to believe that.

Someone touched her arm, and she uttered a startled squeak. She turned to see Bain by her side.

“I wouldn’t go any closer if I were you.” He might be warning her away, but pure joy and excitement gleamed in his blue eyes. “He’s one of the most physically powerful vampires I’ve ever met. Good thing he’s crazy right now, because I bet he has some serious supernatural powers when he’s in his right mind.” The demon shook his head in admiration.

“Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?” The stranger who’d bumped into Cinn in the courtyard stepped out of the shadows.

Gorgeous, with brilliant blue eyes and long dark hair, he was obviously angry. He was also obviously another vampire, because he was showing fang. At least his eyes were still blue. Cinn decided Dacian’s black eyes scared her even more than his dental display.

“We’re not sure.” Sparkle shrugged as she studied her nails. She frowned at the three broken ones before remembering that she was building character. She focused her attention on the new vampire. “When Ganymede brought him in he was like this. Then he snapped out of it. Now we’re back where we started. It’s something his maker, Stephan, is doing to him. He can’t control it, and we sure can’t either.”

Ganymede had taken a seat on top of the iron maiden. “I say we leave him here and let him come out of it on his own.”