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“The transfer doesn’t seem to be permanent.”
Dee’s gaze measured her. “Do you believe there might be another psychic out there who can steal powers, too?”
“I think there probably is, somewhere,” Jana said with a nod. “For a while, I thought I was the only one who could start the fires. Then I found out there were more like me. Why not have more like Laura?”
“Hell. Just what we don’t need.” Jude seemed to be sweating. Zane didn’t blame him. The last thing a shifter would want to hear is that his beast could be taken from him.
“Did Marcus shift?” Zane asked Jana, pulling her attention back to him. “When you were with him, did Marcus’s claws grow, did his teeth sharpen?”
“He was too weak to shift.” Said with sadness. “Just like he was too weak to fight off the bastard who came for him.”
The bastard that he suspected had Tony. The light overhead shattered and sent down a hail of sparks.
“Easy,” Dee cautioned.
Fuck easy. Where was Tony? “I’m not standing here with my thumb up my ass?—”
The door flew open. Catalina swayed in the doorway, sweating, chest heaving, and with what looked like tear tracks of blood on her cheeks. “I found him!” A broken mirror, the glass gone black, was gripped tightly in her blood-soaked hand. Simon loomed behind her, but Zane knew the blood hadn’t come from a vampire’s bite. No, this time, it had come from something far worse.
Horror filling him, Zane snapped, “Dee, tell me you didn’t ask her to look in that damn mirror!”
Dee brushed by him and headed for Catalina. “We needed to find him. She had to scry.”
Dee had never understood about scrying. She didn’t realize that Cat looked into the spirit world every time she tried to see the future. And the spirit world, it looked back at her. When Death looked at you, it was never a good thing.
He marks you. She’d told Zane that once. Told him that she’d felt Death’s claws in her flesh. He’d seen the scars on her back to prove the claim.
“What did you see?” Jude asked, circling close to Cat.
Her chest heaving, she said, “Demons—demons were all around him. Closing in.”
“A den?” The question came from Simon. He was right at Catalina’s back. Good thing. The witch would be collapsing soon.
Catalina nodded. “It was black. Covered in darkness. Like a fire had scorched everything.”
“I know the place,” Jana chimed in, a thread of excitement in her voice. “If you’re talking about demons in a den and fire, then you’re talking about Dusk.”
Because she’d lit up that place. Scorched the walls and ceiling.
Catalina swallowed. “Th-there’s not much time.” Her gaze met Zane’s. “Death’s already there.” She turned her body a little to the left, and he caught sight of her shoulder, and the long, bloody claw marks that ravaged the back of her arm.
He heard Jana’s gasp and knew she’d seen the marks, too.
“Who has Tony?” He had to understand just what he was walking into at that den.
A trickle of blood slipped from her mouth. “A demon. I saw—saw his eyes. So dark. So black.”
Her own eyes began to close. He lunged forward.
But Simon had her. He caught the witch and lifted her up high against his chest. Shit. With all that blood, he’d better not be tempted to drink.
Simon shoved Catalina into Jude’s arms. A muscle jerked in his jaw, and Simon stepped back, fast.
“Didn’t…let you down this time.” Catalina’s voice was a whisper. “This time…did my part. T-tell Tony…didn’t…leave him alone.”
“We’ll tell him.” Because they were finding him alive. “Just rest, Cat. We’ll get him.”
And he’d make the bastard who took Tony pay. Perseus had picked the wrong demon to screw, and the wrong human to take.
