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Well, well This particular change earned his whole-hearted approval

From experience, he knew three days had passed since his death And yet, Viola’s sweet perfu the putrid stench of past tortures He breathed deeply, because helittle fires in his blood, so him to violence all at once

Where was she now?

Brochan had paid good money for the mystical tattoo etched into his forearm A blood link forbidden to Sent Ones The connection kept him apprised of Viola’s eed, allowing hiht to her

She had no idea he tracked her this way or that he remained aware of her emotions No one did It was his deepest shame Oh, how far he had fallen How much farther would he fall?

He studied the lines and dots staining his flesh Ah Currently, his goddess inhabited the mortal realm Specifically, a place called Oklahoma She’d visited the area before A land where wolf packs easily blended with society

What should Brochan do with her now that other Forsaken suspected she owned a key to Nevaeh?

He must craft a plan before their next interaction He should also visit his brother’s keepers

Hands fisted, he flashed to the Downfall, where McCadden worked The i with four floors, the club itself on the botto quarters up above Located in the third level of the skies, it was easily accessible by anyone ings or an ability to flash or teleport

Two burly bouncers—both Sent Ones—stood guard at the red double doors in front

“I will speak with Thane, Bjorn or Xerxes” Brochan’s gravelly voice turned the command into a threat

The pair knew hier reacted to his less-than-stellar appearance Though they said nothing aloud and remained in place, Xerxes arrived in the doorway soon after All Sent Ones wielded the ability to communicate telepathically A fellowship Brochan had lost when he fell, his connection to his felloarriors severed Another reason to despise Viola