“What do you mean you’re the diversion?” Miles stared down at Raelinn as Lothaire finished ripping the chains from her legs, confusion pinching his brows. This could not have been a wasted trip. They couldn’t have gotten it wrong, could they?
“They knew you would come after me,” Raelinn said with a sigh, as Lothaire helped her to her feet. “Their true goal is Deana. Martin intends to turn her into a vampire, assuming her bloodlust will send her over the edge like it does everyone else.” She brushed herself off and then stood there, hands on her hips as she shot Miles a sympathetic look. “Martin thinks it’s poetic justice for you to watch your girlfriend turned into something you despise, a vampire who kills. The man is truly a cult leader and a purist.” She shook her head. “He’s also a crazy bastard.”