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care of all the last-second arrangements, so I guess I shouldn’t worry. But still. I know I should be there….but I wanted to spend time with you.”

They sat on the grass, facing each other against the sky, and Sam felt his heart warm at her words. She had wanted to see him. Him. Of all people. He was the first one she came to. It made him feel special. Needed.

Polly, talking herself out about the day’s events, now seemed to focus on him.

“Thanks for listening,” she said. “Sorry I talked so long.”

“It’s okay,” Sam said. “I can listen to you talk for hours.” Polly leaned in and they kissed.

Sam felt his desire for her coursing through his veins, and he could sense the same in her.

“Did you mean all those things you said yesterday?” Polly asked, tentatively. “About how much you love me?”

“I did,” Sam said. “And I do.”

They kissed again, longer, more passionately.

“The first time I saw you,” Polly began, breaking into a shy smile, “I liked you from the start.

There was something endearing about you. But I guess I kind of put it out of my head, because you were my best friend’s brother. I thought…I don’t know…I thought that might be a problem.” She looked into Sam’s eyes, “But to be honest, I never stopped thinking about you.” Sam felt his heart soar at her words. It felt so good to hear her say the very thing that was on his mind.

“I never stopped thinking about you, either,” Sam replied.

Sam was about to lean in for a kiss, but suddenly, her brow furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

She looked away, and as she did, he could see how upset she was.

“I made a wish today,” she said. “At Faerie Glen.” Then she fell into a gloomy silence.

“And?” Sam prodded. “What did you wish for?”

She shot him a look. “You’re not supposed to ask that,” she said.

Sam felt embarrassed. “Sorry,” he said.

Polly sighed. “My point is…the coin…it landed tails down.” She looked at him. “My wish can’t come true.”

“That’s just superstition,” Sam dismissed.

Polly shook her head, and he could tell she was really troubled by it. Finally, she turned to him.

“Do you think that, if we’re destined to be together, then we will be? I mean, like, forever?” Forever. The word reverberated in Sam’s mind, like a bell going off.

But it didn’t scare him. It surprised him to hear her say it, because it was such an intense thing to say, especially so early in the relationship. And it surprised him even more, because that was the exact thought that had been going through his own mind.

Forever.

That was what he wanted, too.

Sam couldn’t tell if he was feeling this way just because it was so fresh, his being in love with Polly—or if it was because it was true love.

Deep down, he felt that it was true love. That it was what he truly wanted.

“I do,” Sam said. “And there’s nothing I’d like more.”

Polly’s face broke into an enormous smile, outshining the final rays of the sun. She leaned in and kissed him, and moments later the two of them were rolling in the soft grass, kissing each other, their desire reaching a fever pitch. As they rolled in the grass, and twilight began to fall, Sam knew that the time had arrived for them to finally become one.

CHAPTER TWENTY

As Kyle stood with Rynd’s man amidst the circle of Callanish Stones, watching the blood red sun set, he had never been so content. Here he was, back in ancient Scotland, standing in a place of pure vampire power, on the Samhain Festival, the darkest day of the year, and surrounded by scores of fellow vampires just as sadistic as he. Finally, he felt at home.

He looked around, and saw Rynd’s men torturing and slaughtering one innocent human after another, feasting on their blood, tearing them from limb to limb. Kyle had feasted himself, all afternoon, as the sun had slowly set, and he felt more gorged than he had in centuries. It was already the start of an amazing night.

And the best was yet to come. As the blood red sun filled the entire sky, Kyle turned and faced it, held out his arms, and slowly felt the power of Samhain infusing his body, rising up from his toes.

This was truly the power night of his kind. For thousands of years on this day, humans had celebrated witchcraft, tried to raise the dead, had tortured and slaughtered other humans. Eventually,