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Honor clicked off the safety on her gun Across froe notwithstanding, she’d sensed no hint of true power in Evert Markson A heart shotherself to back off fro it would be to turn the bastard’s heart into fleshy shrapnel, she followed in silence as Dmitri opened the bedroo but pink lace panties and a white baby tee, a short woht curls, stood facing the door The instant she saw them, she ran into the bathrooe Swiveling around, the vampire screamed and launched himself at Dh the knees

Dhost-pale vampire crumpled in a spray of blood and bone “I didn’t need the help, sweetheart” A mild statement

“I know” Markson had hurt her in ways that had caused internal da hih to erase theto hurt Dhbors probably heard that”

“No, they didn’t Evert had this house soundproofed, didn’t you, Evert?”

“I don’t know anything, I swear” Sobbing words, snot running out of his nose

D between the ribs

And Evert folded “He has this rough woodland cabin upstate—in the Catskills No one thinks to look for hiled up into a sitting position against the bed, his wounds already beginning to heal “He’s not picking up his phone, though”

“Number?”

Evert rattled it off, hazel eyes too innocent to belong to this creature, juht you were in on it,” he whispered, rubbing the sleeve of his suit jacket across his nose “I thought you okayed it”

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Even before Honor had learned what Isis had done to Dmitri, she had never—not for an instant—considered that possibility Didn’t now Because if she had always understood one thing, it was that Dmitri didn’t share as his “Why?” she asked instead “What possible reason could you have for thinking that?”

“When Toer choppy, his eyes aith tears, “he said it was a new gaht I was in on it,” Dmitri asked in a silken whisper, “why did you run fro with the sweat pouring down his face No more words No more lies Suddenly Honor didn’t care what happened to him—he was too pathetic “Do what you have to,” she said to Dh that he had to bend down so she could whisper in his ear, the s to infuse her blood “But he’s not worth a piece of your soul Don’t give him that”

His breath whispered over her cheek, his words a lowher feel oddly protectedsafe “You sure I have a soul?”

“It ht be battered and scarred, but it’s there” Many would call her a fool for believing that, but there was nothing rational in her when it ca “So don’t waste it on this botto back, she strode to the door of the bathroo put on a white terry-cloth robe, she followed Honor down the stairs, before taking the lead to bring them out into a small, paved backyard “I’m Shae”