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from Chapter 2 of Blood Moon
(before final edits)

**May contain spoilers to Malevolent Dead**



At times, I loved my mentor. It was a pity the BMC let him go. So many people like me needed a teacher like him.


Just like Jared’s death, the BMC’s abandonment of Dom made no sense. Why would they get rid of one of their best teachers?


I gasped as it came to me as clearly as a premonition. I felt my connection with Damian flair as my mind went into shock, putting pieces together that I didn’t know fit. It couldn’t be…


It made too much sense not to.


I looked up at Dom. “Why didn’t the BMC save you from Marcellus?” I asked with my voice barely above a whisper.


It was the most obvious question, one that should have been asked the moment the vampire necromancer died. I had been too busy grieving over Jared to think straight.


Damian kept the metaphysical lines between us open, listening but careful not to say a word to distract me. I could feel him in my head, and I didn’t mind, one less person to tell.


Dom looked into my eyes and I could see indecision filling their black depths. He sighed as he backed away, and I thought that he decided not to tell when he faced me and said, “They ordered me to kill you.”


“And?” I asked. My blood ran cold. I felt the wolf inside me tense, preparing for an attack.


“And I refused,” Dom growled with disbelief written on his features. “Sarah, you’re like a daughter to me. I could never cause you harm.”


“What did the BMC do?”


“They said that they understood. The next day they sent me to take out Marcellus.”


I licked my lips. “They sent a vampire to kill a vampire necromancer?”


“Yes, that’s…” Dom froze. “They set me up.”


“No. I don’t think they did.”


“How do you figure? Sarah, I was controlled…”


“By a creature sent here to kill Damian, not me.”


Dom cocked his head to the side, and I screamed with frustration that he wasn’t putting it altogether.


“Think about it Dom! There are four people that I can fully trust; you, Donavan, Jared, and Damian.”


“Go on.”


“They sent Marcellus here to kill Damian. If he had succeeded, that would have taken care of one of my four. In doing so, the throne of Charleston would have been open to him, and I would be out of a safe place to live. Donovan should have killed you for killing his Weres. I should have been kicked out of the Clan for letting the dead Weres happen on my watch. Luckily, Donavan is more understanding than the BMC give him credit for. I would have been out of another safe house as well as a Clan to protect me. You, a vamp would sacrifice his own life to keep me safe. Jared…” I couldn’t say any more, and Dom started nodding as he thought it over.


“I can’t believe they would do this,” he said.


Donavan came over as Dom said these words. “Who?”


“The Blood Moon Corporation,” Dom and I said in unison.


“We’ve got to tell Damian,” Dom said as he dug into his pocket for his phone.


“There’s no need,” I said before he could pull it out. “He’s been in my head listening since I figured it out.”


I felt Damian’s anger rise to the surface, and suddenly I saw Damian as though I actually stood in his office. His black hair, once long enough to touch his knees, now barely brushed his shoulders. His plum-colored eyes burned with anger as he pulled book after book off the bookcase against his back wall.