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Victor sat up, and Sydney flung her small arms around him, and they sat there for a long moment, a reanimated corpse and a girl kneeling on a coffin.
Victor rolled onto his side and vomited bile and blood and bad memories onto the landing.
IT happened again. And again.
Distance wouldn’t save him, but it might protect them.
IT was amazing what passed for music.
It wasn’t Serena’s fault that Sydney got the hunter and she got the wolf.
Serena didn’t bend to the world. She made the world bend to her.
He hadn’t been asleep, she realized. Victor had simply been waiting for Syd to come home.
These days, Eli didn’t flinch.
He knew he was making leaps instead of strides, but the ground was smooth and sloped beneath his feet.
“Never underestimate an angry woman.” “Never underestimate a woman,” amended Rios.
The girl wasn’t just a mirror, or a mimic. She was a living voodoo doll.
“Men look at anyone with power and see only a threat, an obstacle in their path. They never have the sense to see power for what it really is.”
Jonathan had seen the addiction coming, watched it roll in like a tide, but he was already wet, and he couldn’t drag himself back to shore.
“Well, in that case,” she said, “let’s talk about revenge.”
“Then,” said Victor, whose deaths had been shaped by blood and pain, “you are well suited to this.”
SOME women spent years planning their wedding. Marcella had spent the last decade planning a hostile takeover.
For a moment the image overlaid with another in her mind, the garments left waiting atop tousled sheets.
“He doesn’t know how patient you are,” he said. “Doesn’t know you like I do.” Eli cleaned the blood from his hand. “No,” he said softly. “No one ever has.”
The air was humming with power, and none of it was hers.
The first and only time she’d ever woken him, it had been from a nightmare, and he’d lit her up like a Christmas tree.
What a nuisance, Victor told himself, even as he rested his hand on her head.
“Careful is a calculated risk,” he said. “And I’m very good at making those.”
But that didn’t mean they wouldn’t. Did they already know about Sydney? What would happen if they found her instead?
I swear, men are so busy looking for enemies, they rarely remember to make friends.”
A memory flashed through his mind—kneeling on the floor, slicing open his wrists over and over and over to see how many times it would take before God let him die.
“Must be nice,” said Green Eyes. “To be unkillable.” A second memory—of lying on that lab table, his heart in Haverty’s hands.
“There’s only one door, and I was facing it. But you showed up behind me.”
But she did have something—the invisible tether that ran between her and the things she brought back.
It had been a long time since he killed a human. But forgiveness would have to wait.
If he took down Jonathan, Eli might be able to kill Marcella. If he didn’t, Marcella might actually kill Eli—a death Victor longed for. And one he still wanted for himself.
Sydney knew he was lying. She always knew when he was lying.
