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This may be the only place we’re safe.
Right in the middle of the enemy’s territory.
Because I realize where we are on a second glance. The room screams with wealth, but my keen senses pick up other conversations.
That’s a New York accent.
Languages are my forte, and so are dialects.
And I recognize the sound of home.
This time a swallow sticks in my throat instead of a scream. The urge to run is strong, but the will to survive is stronger.
The youthful male shoves Zyran aside as if he has no idea what the vampire is capable of. I watched Zyran take out an army of Daithi’s monsters. This wiry warlock would be no match for him.
Still, the lustful look of interest the black-haired male gives me sends ice crawling up my spine. “Ishara Doyle.” He whistles as his gaze rakes down my body.
I now regret allowing Zyran’s choice of outfit. While I don’t mind showing off my body for my mates, I don’t want to attract attention from this male.
Because even if the patriarchs were wiped out, they could still return. Daithi was dead, but not every male Outcast Coven member was killed. Where there are males, there is still a potential for their power-hungry ways to return.
It would be the matriarchs’ job to keep that tendency in check. I have a feeling that they don’t know about Daithi’s secret afterlife operation.
Jasper growls when the male reaches for my face.
His gaze snaps up as if he hadn’t even seen the vampire I am clinging to. “And who is this? Nasty fellow, aren’t you?”
“My brother,” Kor answers. “Daithi has charged all three of us with guarding her purity until his revival is complete.”
The male gives Jasper a skeptical look, but it’s enough for him to pull his hand away.
I don’t dare show my appreciation to Kor and his fast thinking. He has not only brought me to the one place I might be safe from the Houses that will want me dead after Lapland’s massacre, but he’s also secured my safety here with those simple words.
“Hmm, is that so?” the male says. “I think you might be exaggerating. Mind if I talk to my cousin to confirm that order?”
The blood drains from my face.
Daithi’s cousin?
While he wasn’t one of the males forcibly mated to me, due to the fact that I couldn’t feel the fake pull, he was no doubt in line. The look of vengeful lust on his face assures me he doesn’t have good intentions, whatever they may be.
It’s entirely possible that I killed his close family members, leaving him a score to settle. It didn’t matter if it had been an accident. When my powers first manifested, I killed many members of the O’Neely family, beginning a family feud between the O’Neelys and the Doyles.
All of this had started with me.
“Go ahead. Talk to Daithi and confirm the order, if you like,” Kor says easily. His confidence is unwavering, but I’m not sure how long we can hold up this facade if his cousin can actually communicate with the patriarch.
Either he’s just buying us time, or he knows something I don’t.
He mentioned he needed the death stone to communicate with Daithi. If it’s lost, maybe no one can talk to him. But would his blood relatives need a medium like that?
The patriarchs could visit the death plane. It wasn’t in the same literal fashion as my sister, but it would be enough to communicate with any Outcast Coven spirits who were on the other side.
“Royce!” another male shouts, earning the attention of our captor. “The count is at least four hundred now. We’ve been checking the apartments on the upper floors and more dead keep turning up. Same method. Like a bomb went off inside their chests.”
“Make that five hundred,” Kor corrects. “It would take at least five hundred deaths to spirit me from another location.”
My eyes widen.
