“Only one of those exists,” Thorne answered. “And he is not a Deminyen. He’s…complicated.” Lirian snorted. “More like a complicated pain in all of our asses.” The smile Thorne directed at the other Ancient sent a chill skittering down my spine. There was a familiarity in how his features cooled and the curl of his lips, one I recognized as a promise of bloody violence. I blinked as he warned softly, “Careful.”
