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narrower, his jaw more squared, his eyes gray while

Alastor’s were blue. But those were subtle differences.

There was no doubt they were brothers. Two of four.

No. Now two of only three.

Lokan was dead. Murdered. Nowtherewas a word.

Murdered.It hardly seemed to fit the circumstance.

Butcheredwas more accurate.

Rage surged, an acid tide. He felt as if he’d been

doused with liquid nitrogen, cold and hot, the pain so

intense it stole his breath. The first time he’d felt that,

he’d been staring down at the blood-soaked ground

where his brother had been skinned and hacked to bits.

Initially, he hadn’t recognized the sensation as emotion. He’d only known that it had consumed him.Hurt

him.

Eventually, he’d come to understand that it was grief

and loss and pain.

Whoever had done the deed, he’d find them. And for

the first time in his long existence, he would take their

souls not purely because it was his task, but for sheer enjoyment.

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He’d make it last. And he’d make it hurt.

“Don’t know why you’re here, butI’mhere to do a

job, Alastor.” Dagan locked away the seething rage. It

wouldn’t help him find Lokan’s killers, but coolheaded

logic might.

“What job would that be, mate?” Alastor’s tone was

mild, but there was an undercurrent of tension.

“I may have picked up a lead,” Dagan admitted. He

didn’t need to clarify that it was a lead on Lokan’s

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