If there was anything worse than a Vampire, it was a Warrior. For a Warden, anyway. But it did explain a few things about him. All her life she’d been fed stories of the darker side of her world, and the Warriors who kept the creatures of darkness at bay. Born to fight the darkness, preternaturally strong, as fast as a vampire, they were little better than the creatures they hunted. Bloodthirsty and violent, they were known to stalk Warden-born women and drag them off… Lyssa shivered. Drag them off where, and do what to them exactly? Now that she was faced with a real live Warrior, two with the guy driving the SUV, the prospect wasn’t all that terrifying. Of course, it helped that he didn’t have horns and a tail. Still, old habits die hard, and all she could do was stare at him. “Wardens? I haven’t a clue what you’re on about,” she said, then kicked herself as she remembered she’d already identified the spell caster as a Second Sigil. He grinned and leaned forward. “Nice try.
