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She broke off. Calliope was no longer there. She’d

moved with abnormal speed, almost faster than Roxy’d

been able to see. Damn. Roxy hadn’t known Calliope

could move like that.

Then she sensed him.Dagan.Somehow, he was

here.

Her gut clenched.

“Fuck.”

She was already sprinting flat out for the entry hall.

Chest heaving, heart pounding, she went skidding

around the corner, then stopped dead. She shook her

head, held her hand up, palm forward, as if that feeble

gesture could ward off catastrophe.

Poised in the center of the room were Calliope and

Dagan, locked in a lethal, frozen tableau. He was wearing only his faded jeans, his feet and torso bare, his hair

wild and tangled to his shoulders, as though he’d leapt

from her bed and paused only long enough to pull on

the single garment.

Calliope curled her fingers against Dagan’s throat.

Her green eyes were bright with hate and rage, her lips

peeled back in a feral snarl, her fingers white knuckled

with the amount of pressure she was applying. Her

chest heaved in a harsh, fast rhythm, her breath loud

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in the quiet. In her hand was a bone-handled blade,

pressing into the skin above Dagan’s heart. A trickle

of blood oozed along the swell of muscle, working its

way toward his belly.

In ten years, Roxy’d never seen her mentor lose her

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