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Then, suddenly, he went airborne Conall stood next to her, fists clenched, fangs elongated He had a faint, satisfied smile on his face, and if she hadn’t been in so ht it was hot

Marasco hit a tree with enough force to splinter the trunk, but he landed on all fours and charged again Sin launched the dagger, which had tasted his blood and would now seek him out, and never miss It struck his chest dead center Shock flashed in Marasco’s eyes as he stu forward, but he’d lost his , he lost his hold on his lion forushing fro, Con kneeled next to hi to pull some parah clenched teeth, too well trained and conditioned to reactwith," Con said coldly, but Sin knew the lion wasn’t giving anything up, for the saony

"Go… to… hell" Marasco’s golden eyes glazed over, and his chest stoppedpopped painfully in her chest as the assassin bond with him broke

Con yanked the blade out of the lion-shifter’s body "We gotta go"

"We need to double back to the house" She took the dagger from him and wiped it on the dead shifter’s jeans "I want to see who he orking with--" She leaped to her feet as the sound of… hoofbeats?… thundered in her ears

Con cursed "Now"

He dragged her by the arate She barely had time to steady herself before he threw her inside the capsule-like room and dove in after her As the hazy curtain for veil, whispered across Sin’s cheek, and pierced the wall between Australia and New Zealand on the Earth map

"Who the hell was that?" she yelled, as Con slapped his pal map It burst into a dozen neon-colored lines that were etched into all four of the obsidian walls "It’s not one of your guys?" He tapped Europe, and the continent grew larger as the others vanished He kept tapping it out until he pinpointed somewhere in Rorab the arrow--often weapons gave away clues as to their owners’ identities--but it was gone Son of a bitch Who the hell used dissolving arrows? She’d never even heard of the arrows fro Arthur was from another assassin den Dauys would get others involved, but the reality… well, she hated to ad And now she was truly fked

She stepped out of the Harrowgate and into a disht be afternoon, but it was hard to tell, since the sun was hidden behind the thick clouds and fog "Where are we going?"

"A warg stronghold" Con swung around "Test my virus levels"

She bristled "A please would be nice" At his glare, she huffed "Fine" She gripped his wrist, charged up her gift, and probed his blood "You just fed, so levels are really low" "I’ to be careful" His tone turned wry "So no unnecessary biting, screwing, or bleeding on anyone"

"Do you regularly bleed on people?"

He dropped his hs, you know that?" He took off along a grassy, worn trail, leaving her to follow "Hey," she called to hihout the assassin community as a funny person" Con missed a step "See? That was funny" Better if he’d fallen on his face, but she’d take what she could get

He ignored her, kept walking, though they didn’t go far They were, apparently, near the base of a -shrouded valley Sin could make out a walled tohere the mists thinned From what she could see, only one poorly e Clearly, no one ca the town

"What is this place?"

"We’re near Moldavia The ancestral birthplace of born wargs" Con’s long strides ate up the ground, one step for her two "This village is the hoest pricolici pack in the world" "Bespelled?"

"Of course"