"If you're as smart as I suspect, you've probably used your gift to figure out where I am," he said.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Have you told your friends?"
"No," she lied.
"Good. I've got a deal for you. It's simple, really. Even if I kill Damian, I'll have to deal with all his people. However, if I have you, I'll beat them at every turn. If you come to me right now, I'll let him go."
"Swear on your soul?" she asked. Her heart beat so hard, she could barely make out his response.
"Love, I don't have a soul. By the time Dusty figures out what to do, Damian will be dead. In fact, if you refuse me now, I'll kill him before I hang up the phone."
She closed her eyes, shaking.
"If you agree, I'll free him when you show up at my doorstep."
"Yes," she said. "I'd give you anything for him."
"You have an hour."
He hung up, and she stared at the cell then looked to her car. The door was open as she left it, the keys in the steering column. Jule and Dustin reached the building, and she looked at them.
Czerno would never let her go. If she went to him now, she'd spend eternity with him, a slave to the Black God himself. The truth settled into the pit of her stomach, along with the realization that she meant what she'd said-she would do whatever it took to free the man she loved.
Dustin met her gaze, and he froze.
"Sofia, no!"
She bolted to her car, far enough ahead of any of the men that they couldn't stop her. She flung herself in, slammed the door, and locked them. Peeling out, she floored it and tore down the road. The dead vamp's memories were fresh in her mind, and she sought the sights he'd passed.
Her phone rang, and she snatched it.
"Sofia, turn around. Now," the calm male's voice ordered.
"No, Jule. He'll kill him if I don't go."
"He'll kill him if you do."
Her tears rose, blurring her vision. She struggled for control, focusing on the road.
"Sofia," he said more gently. "Please."
"Stop," she begged. "It's my fault he was caught. I can fix it. I can fix it!"
"You can't fix a war that's been on for hundreds of thousands of years."
"I have to, Jule. I'm sorry. The world needs him," she said. She hung up the phone, gripped the steering wheel hard and drove.
She followed the vamp's fleeting directions. The staging area was where the vamp remembered it being, tucked at the base of a mountain in a draw. Sofia swallowed hard at the sight of so many vamps milling around. She drove up to the elevator entrance on the side of the draw. One vamp in particular seemed to be awaiting her and strode to the car when she rolled to a stop.