“So the stones give you telepathy as well? How fascinating.”
Rolf returned a blow to Onvyr that had the dusk elf falling over the battle cat, causing a lot of roaring and swiping of claws.
Varu grinned. “You might be a reaper, but I wouldn’t say you’re smarter than Hecate, me, Fara… I could go on.”
“Don’t. We all know I’m the smartest in the house.”
“He really is,” Rolf agreed before ducking Onvyr’s kick to the face.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Varu added. “I wouldn’t be opposed to killing everyone in a great big battle. Imagine it. Decapitations, tearing limbs, gutting our enemies. And the blood.So muchblood.”
Khent sighed. “That sounds lovely.”
“But Fara wouldn’t like it,” Onvyr said before being body-slammed to the ground. The battle cat chirped at him then vanished.
“Thus I contain my need for chaos. Hecate nags, but Fara has a way of looking through me I find uncomfortable.”
“Ah well. I supposed you mustobeyyour mate.” The nasty jibe didn’t have the effect Khent had hoped.
Varu studied him. “Enjoy being alone while you can. Rumor has it you’ve been dreaming.” His evil chuckle had the hair on the back of Khent’s neck standing on end.
“Who told you that?”
Varu didn’t answer.
They watched the battle between Rolf and Onvyr before Khent muttered, “It’s not really a dream. I don’t think. It’s Morpheus needing his ass kicked.”
“Good luck. I could never pin him down. So this necromancer. You think we should start with her to figure out why the demons are coming back? Or did you want to track the dark elves?”
“The answers lie with the necromancer. It ties back to Sebastian Castle and the bazaar. If you recall, the sorcerer once tried to create hell beasts from dead lycans. He had no problem dealing with demons. But he’s dead, and someone’s still tampering with the hell realms.”
Varu nodded. “Fine. Get the necromancer and find us answers.”
“Oh, I will. Don’t worry. I sent her an invitation. She’ll soon come to us.”
“I thought you said she was smart.”
“She is. Trust me, Varu. She does not want me coming after her.” Or her vulnerable friends.
Not if she wanted to keep any of them alive.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
That evening at midnight—well,technically, a few minutes before it officially approached the hour—Val arrived alone at the address she’d been given.
By order of his assholeness, Master Khentimentiu of the Night Bloode.
His note had been pretty to the point.
Valentine Darkmore:
You have interfered in matters far beyond your understanding. But since you are a mere human, I will give you a rare boon. It’s with great pity for your obvious lack of intelligence that I allow you to continue to live. Arrive at this address at midnight. No sooner, no later, or there will be a price to pay.
Should you ignore this summons, the beings residing with you at the demon house will come for dinner and stay as dessert.
Make haste, human.
