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Why did she have to feel that affinity with him? It
made everything…complicated.
“I need to know what you know,” he said softly.
She owed him her life. Twice over. She owed him a
debt for killing her mother’s killer. But a decade ago,
alone, confused, hungering for blood and terrified of
what she’d become, she’d accepted Aset’s Daughters
as her family. How to honor both debts?
She mentally tested—and discarded—tidbits of information she could share without betraying the
Asetian Guard or her own morals. Finally, she settled
on information he already knew, with just enough fresh
meat to satisfy. Frank Marin was dead, his soul gone
to wherever it was meant to go. If that was Sutekh’s
realm, then Sutekh had probably already pried whatever answers he could from Marin’s darksoul. But if it
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was someone else’s realm, she didn’t want to betray
any more than necessary.
“Frank Marin was there, the night they brought your
brother in,” she said. “He told me he didn’t see the
actual killing. But he saw them bring your brother to
the Temple of Setnakht—”
“Where? They have several worldwide.”
She hesitated. How much information was too
much? But he was staring down at her, arms crossed
now over his broad chest, expression cold and flat, and
she figured she’d give this much and no more. Because
in the end, despite the things he’d done for her, their
goals were still diametrically opposed. “Toronto.”
The only response she got was a grunt.
