Kaspar took a few steps back and surged forward, completely unfazed. With one leap, he stood at the top of the boulder, staring smugly down, his eyes almost daring the others to try and do the same.

With a chuckle Alex followed, jumping four times his height and joining Kaspar at the top. Before long, the others were doing the same. Looking doubtful, however, Cain opted to climb and gestured for me to join him.

Dubious, I approached. I wasn’t usually afraid of heights or falling; I was afraid of making a fool of myself. Unbuttoning my coat, I let it fall to the ground beside the bags. It would only get in the way. I knew I must look a state and that I would probably freeze in just a T-shirt and jeans, but the coat was too bulky to climb in.

I slotted my foot into a crevice. Cain smiled encouragingly and began to hoist himself up, pointing out the best handholds as he did. When he reached the crest, he offered his hand, which I took gratefully. With one easy tug, he pulled me over the edge and onto my feet.

The view was incredible. The sun rose in the distance to the east, a ball of fire floating just above the beginnings of the North Sea and the end of the Thames estuary. The water was not blue but black; the sky was completely cloudless, hovering over a strip of orange thrown out as far as the eye could see by the sun. A little closer, the Thames River snaked inland, marshes at its fringes which eventually gave way to pines which sloped uphill until they suddenly broke into bare and baron oaks, which in turn gave way to a blur of lighter green and white – the main grounds of the Varns’ mansion, far below us. Over the tops of the trees I could just make out a few of the pale towers.

‘Beautiful isn’t it?’ A voice said behind me.

I didn’t need to turn to know it was Kaspar, stood unnaturally close … so close I dared not move for fear of touching him. ‘Something is wrong, isn’t it, Kaspar?’ I muttered, not taking my eyes off the glow the sun cast over the water.

I felt his coldness withdraw a little. ‘No.’

‘Don’t lie,’ I chuckled flatly. ‘You’re crap at it.’

There was a pause. Then I felt an icy chill on my back once more as he bent down to my ear. ‘You’ve heard my father talk of responsibility.’ It wasn’t a question – we both knew I had. ‘And you know that my responsibility lies with the Kingdom.’ I swallowed. ‘I don’t want to rule that Kingdom alone, Violet.’

My heart skipped a beat and I cursed it, afraid he would hear the effect he had on that particular organ.

‘I want someone alongside me who knows when I’m lying, who will stand up to me and who knows me at my very worst. But what I want and my duty do not always coincide and—’

I turned me head sharply to the right. ‘What is your very worst?’

‘You know what my worst is, Girly. You’ve seen it.’

‘No,’ I breathed.

He couldn’t be. He just couldn’t.

‘I had known someone was tapping into my mind for a while and when Fabian told me about your dreams, it all slotted into place,’ he continued. His voice was a drone. It did not sound as though he were reasoning with something extraordinary. ‘It can’t be a coincidence considering you contain my blood; it’s unusual but not unheard of for dhampirs to be able to enter another’s mind.’

His explanation fell on death ears. I couldn’t even bring myself to correct him on when the dreams started – before I became a dhampir.

This man … this man I have learned to trust and have feelings for; the one I am prepared to give up humanity for is not the same brute that prowls the forest as a rogue. That monster was not the Prince of the Kingdom; the heir to the throne. But even as those thoughts crossed my mind, I could see the greying body of the girl he had killed at the fair, not so different from the girl in the catacombs.

‘No,’ I repeated.

‘You don’t want to believe me, do you, Girly?’

I shook my head and took a step back.

His eyes fluttered down. ‘I wish you would accept me as a vampire and let go of this illusion that I’m something I’m not.’

I took another step back. ‘Don’t play mind games with me, Kaspar.’ Don’t play games with my heart.

‘I’m not.’

That was all I heard as the ground fell from beneath my feet and I screamed; screamed as a hand caught mine, mottled and scarred, a pair of amber eyes briefly fixing on mine before I was tumbling through the air, pulling Autumn Rose with me.

But the ground did not hurtle towards us; neither did I land awkwardly. Instead, I came to a gentle rest on my back amongst the damp heath, not even winded. Autumn was already on her feet, completely unharmed. Gingerly, I propped myself up on my elbows and felt a pain shoot down my wrist, as though somebody had run a knife down my inner wrist. Supporting myself with the other arm, I forced myself to look.

A jagged gash running from my hand to my elbow had opened up, coated in grit, stinging as though someone had poured vinegar over the length of my arm.

I scrabbled to my feet just as Autumn grabbed my unharmed elbow and steered me away at such a pace my feet caught on the uneven tufts of grass, and I would have toppled if she had not been supporting me, seemingly unaware that I was almost dragging her to the ground. She shouted something over her shoulder to Fallon in her language and rounding the rock, I stole a glance back.

The vampires seemed unaffected. They were grouped beside the edge of the forest, not even looking our way. So what’s the urgency? Tugging me along, she didn’t say a word until we came to a halt near the pile of coats.

‘Put pressure on your inner elbow,’ she said, indicating to my arm. I did so and she began running a finger down the length of the cut, making it sting even more.

Muttering something under her breath, a pool of water appeared in her cupped hand, which she poured over my arm. I winced as the cold water trickled through the wound and looked away, clenching and unclenching my hand in an attempt to combat the stinging.

‘Was that you, back there? That stopped us from falling?’ I asked, trying to ignore the pins and needles sensation passing through my fingers.

‘Yes,’ she said, as a particularly painful stab shot through my arm.

I mumbled a thank you through clenched teeth, silently wondering how she could have acted so quickly – she must have been standing nearby. Did she hear what Kaspar said?

It bothered me, somehow, that she might know me and Kaspar were – well, I wasn’t even sure what we were – and I definitely wasn’t sure what we were if he was the cloaked figure. But how could he be? He was standing in the same room as a cloaked figure before we left for London. But doubt was entering my mind. Why would he claim to be the figure if he wasn’t? After all, the figure in the entrance hall could have been anyone.

A minute passed and the tingling sensation increased. Needle after needle felt as though they were being thrust into my arm – but I didn’t mind, because as the sensation increased, the bleeding receded.

More importantly, can I forgive him? He had killed so many during his night-time prowls: the rogues and hunters in the name of the Kingdom, but the image of the girl in the catacombs, Sarah, refused to leave my head. Yet I knew the answer to my question. It was no less sickening for it, but my heart had already forgiven him without ever consulting my rationality.

What does that make me? What he did to her was worse than what Ilta did to me. He killed her.

‘You have dreams about a cloaked man, don’t you, Violet Lee? And a voice too.’ The sound of her voice so surprised me that I yanked my arm from her grasp. When it registered what she had said, I took two steps back until I hit the rock.

‘How do you know that?’

She smiled. It wasn’t a reassuring smile, but something more sinister; a knowing smile, except her eyes betrayed her: they were as wide as mine and full of the same fear.

Suddenly, she lurched forward and grabbed the hand of my injured arm, clutching it in two of hers. I looked down, astonished at the contact. As I did, I caught sight of my arm. Not a trace of the wound remained. My skin was completely unblemished, as though I had never fallen. Reluctantly, I looked back at her.

‘Oh, tell me you have a vague idea?’ Gone was her composed, unreadable face. Replacing it was a barrage of emotions – fear, desperation and urgency, formed in the shape of her wide eyes and parted lips.

‘Of what?’ I asked slowly.

Her grip on my hand loosened and she took a step back. ‘Eighteen years ago, a second child was born to a rising MP and his wife, in Chelsea, London. That same night, a group of young vampires were out hunting in Westminster. Amongst them was Kaspar Varn, who that night, first heard a voice in his mind that would plague him for the next eighteen years.’ She paused and took another step back. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t say anything. ‘Almost from the moment you arrived at Varnley you started hearing a voice in your mind. You started having vivid nightmares too.’

‘Stop it,’ I breathed, pushing my back into the rock as though hoping it would swallow me.

‘You were that child, Violet Lee, and Kaspar is both the figure of your dreams as well as your voice, as you are his voice.’

Through lowered eyes she gauged my reaction as she had done with Kaspar the day before. Behind her, I could see the light advancing towards us as the sun rose higher in the sky and emerged from behind the rock.

‘You’re lying.’

‘I’m not lying, Violet Lee.’

I gripped the handholds in the rock. The cloaked figure I could believe. But to be a voice in his mind without knowing? For eighteen years? My whole life?

‘You’re lying because I would know if I were his voice.’

She sighed. ‘Your voice is subconscious. You are not aware that your mind is tied to his, as he is not aware he is tied to yours. But I wish it were a lie, Violet.’

Her voice trailed off into silence, pitying at the end. But the pity only doused my emotions, already tattered and on tenterhooks. My head fell into my hands, defeated.

‘Why are you telling me this?’

‘Because there’s no time left.’

‘No time left for what?’ I raised my head out of my hands, slowly raising it up to meet her eyes, golden and full of sympathy.

‘To choose.’

‘What do you mean?’ I breathed. That word again. Choose.

Her eyes lowered to the ground, not raising her gaze once as she spoke, almost guiltily. ‘The first He**ine is indeed of noble blood, Violet. Neither is she is far from the control of the Athenean court; although as He**ine she takes precedence over even the greatest of Kings.’

Last night she had no reason to curtsy … You forget yourself, Autumn. You are in the presence of royalty, remember.

‘Her grandmother died alone so she could awaken the nine, leaving her the last Sage of her family.’

An innocent must die …

‘In short, Violet, she is the last of the fall.’

In front of me stood not a girl bathed in sunlight, but a girl I had only just met, covered in a cloak and curtseying with the smallest of smiles in the gloom of the night.

Autumn Rose, House of Al-Summers, Your Highness.

‘You,’ I whispered. ‘You’re the first Dark He**ine.’

She nodded to the ground. For a minute I could only stare at her, before I closed my eyes, reeling in stupidity. It was so obvious. It had been staring us in the face the entire time.

‘I … why didn’t you say anything earlier? Why did you lie?’

‘Because … because …’ She wrung her hands together. ‘Because I have to doom another to the same path as mine. Now. Here.’

‘It is my duty to ensure you die before you ever fulfil your fate … You will have no choice, Violet Lee. So do not weep, child, for I am saving you this night.’

As Ilta’s words echoed and then died, a sort of quiet acceptance came over me. I let my head slowly fall back against the rock, running my fingers through my hair.

‘You know why I am here,’ she said softly.

‘Wherever the second He**ine goes, so does the first. No sane person would want to be stuck alone with a fate like that for long.’

‘But the only person I know who has died is Greg, that’s not two innocents,’ I reasoned quietly, clawing around for flaws in what I knew she was about to tell me.

‘Your brother was the first. Queen Carmen was the second.’

‘But I’m not a vampire,’ I muttered to the darkness behind my closed eyelids.

‘No birth, no time, no choice, Violet. The second He**ine was never meant to be born a vampire. But you must become one to fulfil the Prophecy and become the second He**ine. And soon.’

The early morning dew was fast melting, as was the sun. Already it was becoming a feeble blotch behind dark, menacing clouds that almost certainly constrained the rain. I stared up at them, willing myself to remain calm.

‘I don’t want this. I can’t be a part of this. I don’t know a thing about the dark beings, Autumn.’ My voice sounded oddly serene compared to my inner turmoil. ‘Four months ago I didn’t even know this whole world existed. I won’t be dragged into this.’

‘You have no choice.’

‘You have no choice. You never did! Nobody chooses their fate when they get involved with dark beings. Nobody! Wake up, or die dreaming, Girly!’

She pushed a few stray curls from her forehead, turning so that her back was to me. ‘If you choose to ignore the Prophecy, Violet, your two worlds will destroy each other, taking most of this dimension with them.’ She shook her head, as though clearing her mind. ‘Your father’s sin is surfacing and if you do not betray him as the prophecy states and pledge your allegiance to the vampires, then your family will die at the hands of the man you care for.’