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    Blood Gift: Blood Immortal, #5
    Blood Gift: Blood Immortal, #5
    Blood Gift: Blood Immortal, #5
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    Blood Gift: Blood Immortal, #5

    By Ava Benton

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    Vanessa's plagued with dreams of a gorgeous man with haunting eyes that saves her from the grasp of an enemy sorcerer. Until she realizes the man's not a dream. 

    Gentry's an outcast sorcerer strip of his powers, trying to figure out what he's supposed to do with his life, until he starts having these dreams, where he's saving a woman and he's got his magic back. 

    And then one day, she walks into his life, and turns it upside down. 

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherABP
    Release dateDec 2, 2018
    ISBN9781386520443
    Blood Gift: Blood Immortal, #5

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      Blood Gift - Ava Benton

      Prologue

      Years ago, more like centuries and centuries ago, there a new strain of vampires was brought to creation. Nightwardens, they were called by those who knew of their existence. A Nightwarden’s mission was simple. Guard the High Sorceress he was assigned to until needed no longer, then return back to his place deep within the earth, a place called The Fold.

      A new High Sorceress would come to power every so often among the covens. Some covens were fortunate enough to have Nightwardens to keep them safe. These Nightwardens were bodyguards in essence, except they were bodyguards without a choice. Bound by the blood of the one they were charged with protecting, the Nightwardens were faithful, monastic, and unemotional. Or so it was thought.

      No one counted on the emotions that would arise in these creatures that walk the dark and protect the sorceresses that wield power.

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      Vanessa

      It was always the same. Every night. I would go to bed telling myself it would be different, that I would sleep well, that nothing happening behind my eyelids was real.

      It can’t hurt me.

      But it felt real. I could taste the fear as it filled my mouth. I could smell my sweat—sour and pungent—as I waited for something to happen.

      Anything.

      Death or escape.

      It didn’t matter to me at that point, after hearing what he wanted to do to me. After knowing how serious he was.

      He wanted to hurt me. Make me scream in agony. Drain my power. Leave me dead. Not just dead, either. Torn to pieces, someplace public. I would be the crown jewel in his scheme. He had been waiting a long time for me.

      It always came back, just as fresh and clear as if I were still there. In that terrible place that reeked of death and was always cold, always dark. Ruined. The way he wanted to ruin me.

      I’d wake up with my heart racing fast enough to nauseate me. Drenched in cold sweat to the point where my sheets would be soaked in it.

      I’d have to get up and change the bed before going back to sleep. Most of the time, I didn’t bother trying. What was the point when I would only revisit the same nightmare again and again?

      It was the same one cold night in mid-October, when I wrapped myself in my silk robe and padded barefoot to the living room. The walk felt endless. Sometimes I thought about moving to another apartment, especially when I woke up in the middle of the night surrounded by nothing but space. Cold, empty space.

      The city, stretching out beyond my window, was the same as ever. Only darker. I was sure there had to be a million stories out there, but nothing changed from where I stood.

      I considered creating a thunderstorm to make things more interesting, but I might get in trouble for that. We weren’t supposed to affect the weather, even when we could.

      Granted, I was the only witch I knew who was capable of controlling the elements, but it didn’t mean I got a free pass.

      Wasn’t that what Mariya always told me?

      I chuckled, shaking my head when I thought of her. As though I needed another nightmare to turn my attention to. But the only two people who’d ever dared tell me what to do were her and our mother, and I didn’t want to ruin an already bad mood by thinking about her. Not that Mother was all that bad anymore—ever since the kidnapping, she was clingier but less demanding. I could accept that.

      The sound of footsteps wouldn’t have been welcome at any other time.

      I liked my privacy, and I didn’t get a lot of it with Holden at my elbow all the time. Holden wasn’t even his real name—it was something ancient and Serbian, something practically unpronounceable to my New-York-born-and-bred tongue. He had invited me to call him Holden for short, only minutes after I woke him back in The Fold.

      What a difference from my old life with Elias.

      He frowned. You’re having trouble sleeping again?

      I nodded. I guess I don’t need to ask you that question.

      It’s something I left behind a long time ago. He looked out the window along with me, but left a healthy amount of space between us. The same nightmare?

      The same.

      I wished he didn’t know about it, but there wasn’t any going back from the night my screams sent him running to my room and kicking the door down, thinking someone was trying to kidnap me again.

      He had no intention of letting what happened with Elias happen with him. I didn’t have a choice but to tell him about my dreams and let him know that he might hear screaming like that in the future—and he had ordered me to stop locking my door when I went to bed, so he wouldn’t have to kick it down again.

      Time will make it better.

      That’s what you always say, I murmured, turning my head to look at him. But it’s been months.

      He frowned.

      I shrugged. Yes. I’ve been keeping track. And nothing. No change. The same nightmare, the same flashbacks. I can even smell those dead animals, all of them. It’s like being there all over again. He might as well come and take me every night.

      He’s dead.

      I know that. I tapped the side of my head. I know it here. While I’m awake. Once I close my eyes, it’s a different story. I can’t control it.

      Have you considered…

      I held up my hand. Please. Don’t.

      Humans do it all the time.

      What else does my mother have to say about this? I folded my arms, glaring up at him.

      In the old days, if Elias had even dared try to tell me what to do, I would’ve sliced him open with my tongue and liked it. I used to love telling him off, especially when I knew there wasn’t anything he could do to stop me.

      What makes you think I was speaking to your mother? His dark eyes were nearly unreadable, but I didn’t need to read them. I could sense his uncertainty and guilt.

      There’s no reason why you should know how humans handle things like that, I reminded him.

      I couldn’t help smiling, even though it would only encourage him to go behind my back again.

      Listen. I know you want to help, and it bothers you to see me like this, but I’m not telling my problems to a human doctor. I don’t want one of them trying to get into my head. What happens if they ask what I do for a living? Or even how old I am? What if they do blood-work on me and find something out of the ordinary?

      Of course. You’re absolutely correct. Although I wonder why a mental health doctor would need to draw blood.

      Quit while you’re ahead, I muttered as I turned away.

      He snorted gently but went back to his room. I could relax a little when I was alone again.

      It had helped to talk with him, even if he couldn’t give me any real advice. Having a conversation with a real, mostly-live person shook away the last shadows of the nightmare. For the time being.

      I leaned against the window and wondered if I’d ever get a decent night’s sleep again.

      She tilted her head from side to side as she looked me over. You’re still not sleeping. You look terrible.

      Thank you, Mother. I shrugged into my robes with Holden’s help.

      He was more solicitous than Elias.

      I wondered if I would ever stop comparing them in my head. Maybe time would change that, too, just like it would eventually sweep away my nightmares.

      Did you speak to her about what we discussed? she asked Holden.

      I shot him a look to keep him quiet and glared at her.

      Yes. He did. And it’s a ridiculous idea. You know we can’t open ourselves up to prying doctors. We don’t go to them for help.

      Except in case of an emergency. She stroked my black hair with her heavily-ringed hand.

      I rolled my eyes, but didn’t pull away, which I considered to be progress. I don’t think this constitutes an emergency. An emergency would be getting split from sternum to groin and my guts spilling out. That’s an emergency.

      Please. Don’t be disgusting, Vanessa. She shuddered before raising her hood. And don’t make the mistake of thinking this conversation is over.

      Why would I do that? I whispered as she floated away with her robes trailing behind her.

      She was difficult enough to get through to before Mariya left, but in the months since she lost a daughter, Mother had doubled down when it came to protectiveness.

      There was one area in which she had backed off, at least. She had learned how to attend a coven meeting without butting in and acting like she was still High Sorceress.

      I remembered the days when she’d walk down the stairs with me, like she was the Regent or something. Guiding me until I was wise enough or strong enough to lead the coven. Undermining me. She had dropped that habit not long after I

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