Three months had passed since I was broken out of prison. I sat coolly watching Mitch. He was playing with his food again.

"Mitchell, will you just bite the girl!" I snapped annoyed.

He quirked his eyebrow up, "Jealous, my sweet?"

"No, I'm irritated. I want to get out of here. We have things to do and you know Wilson isn't happy when we're late. Neither does his lady friend. And Mrs. Kilson doesn't take that too kindly either."

He drank from the bloodwhore he kept around and came over to me kissing me deeply. I kissed back. A natural reaction. He caressed my cheek.

"Don't worry about them. They are nothing."

I nodded.

"Do you miss it?"

"Miss what?" I asked.

"The scar?"

I shook my head.

"Good, you look a million times more delicious without it. But, it did have a rugged sexiness that I liked."

I giggled seductively, "Keep that up, Mr. Dashkov, and we might be even later."

"Come on." he said helping me up.

We walked out of the mansion and into the limousine. Considering I was a fugitive it was pretty surreal to be living so out in the open. But, then Mitch had gotten everything that belonged to Victor Dashkov. We drove in silence to the casino. We walked in together and into the meeting room.

"I thought you weren't going to show." Wilson growled looking up at us.

"We had things to do." Mitch replied uncaringly.

He poured himself a glass of brandy and came to sit beside me.

"How Natasha deals with you, I shall never understand." Mrs. Kilson huffed, turning her nose up at him.

He smirked, "I'm just that charming."

I rolled my eyes.

"Anyway, back to the topic at hand. How are things going?"

"We've gotten the support of two princes. We're making headway with the Zeklos family."

I nodded, "And civilian support?"

"It's up twenty percent. But, we have the issue of the praise they're giving to Queen Vasilisa. And the royals don't want our reforms."

"What if we're able to safeguard Royal power and still help the others?" Gavin asked.

"If we can do that we should be able to get more followers."

"If Vasilisa keeps gaining more followers we will accomplish nothing." Mitch said quietly.

"And what do you think we can do about that?" Mrs. Kilson asked sarcastically.

"That's easy. We make the queen seem as unstable as possible." Mitch replied with a smirk.

"And how do you plan on doing that, pray tell?"

"It's called a decoy. And many wonderful connections." he said with a smirk.

I turned to him. Where had this come from? What was going on?

Mitch rose from his seat.

"Come on, Natasha. We have dinner reservations."

I nodded and waved goodbye following him out. I turned back and look at him.

"What was that about?" I snapped.

"Calm down, Tasha. We'll talk. Just not here." he said pointing for me to get back in the limousine.

I waited patiently then he turned to address me.

"I found a Spirit user. A Spirit user who can mask his powers. And mask you at all times. But, you have to be Shadow-Kissed."

"What? I have to die?" I replied bewildered.

"It's the only way."

I nodded, thinking.

"If it will get us what we want. Then yes, I'll do it."

Mitch smiled, "Good. Then our next stop is still necessary."

"What next stop? I thought we were going to dinner?"

"After you meet someone."

We drove for a while. I knew the section of town we were going to was sketchy. We got out of the limo and I stepped back still shocked to see the Strigoi.

"You're back." A cold cruel voice said, disdainful.

"Step aside." Mitch said, without even a tremor to his voice.

"And if I don't?" the Strigoi growled.

"Then you'll answer to your queen. And I can tell you right now. She won't be very happy."

The Strigoi backed down, but continued to glare. We entered and Mitchell led me forward. We entered a padded room and I could just make out the body of a tall boy.

"His name is Dorian Ivashkov. His father is Nathan Ivashkov."

My eyes went wide. I didn't know Nathan had another child.

"Don't look so surprised. Nathan has many children. He even has a set of dhampir children no one knows anything about. But, it seems he's the one who carries the Spirit gene. Maybe that's why he's so boring. His children stole his spirit." he explained with a smirk.

"Dorian, are you ready to get out of here?"

The boy rose. He had a cold cruel look in his eyes, no doubt from living with the Strigoi and training to be a weapon.

"Of course I am."

His voice sounded like a younger Adrian. And the emerald color of his eyes told me he was an Ivashkov. But, where Adrian's hair was brown Dorian's was red. A deep garnet color.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Sixteen." he replied.

"This is the woman you'll be taking in with you." Mitchell ordered, pretending they hadn't just spoken.

"Get your shoes and let's go."

He nodded and put on his shoes. He followed us out and I felt a small twinge of guilt at the thought of using a child. But, we wouldn't get our revolution if there wasn't some casualties.