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Marin’s heart, tucked it away in the leather bag slung

across his shoulder and wiped the back of his free hand

across his mouth. He was breathing heavily, his heart

racing. Adrenaline high.

Glancing up, he caught Alastor rubbing the bullet

wound in his chest.

“Did the bullet go through?” He rose, grabbed

Alastor’s shoulder and turned him, checking his back.

“Ah, it did.”

“Blimey, that’s a bit of good news.” Sarcasm

dripped from his words.

“I wouldn’t go so far as to call it good,” Dagan offered, relieved that the damage wasn’t as bad as it could

have been. “But having the bullet go clean through is

better than having me shove my fingers in the hole and

dig around for it.” They exchanged a glance. Wouldn’t

be the first time one of them had had to apply some

down-and-dirty first aid. “You’ll live.”

The second the words were out, his thoughts barreled down a road he didn’t want to travel, and from

the look on Alastor’s face, his were walking the same

path. Despite the bullet that had ripped through his

chest, cracking his sternum and probably taking a

chunk of lung with it, Alastorwouldlive.

That was exactly the problem.

They were soul reapers, with the added bonus of

being Sutekh’s biological sons. Nothing could kill

them. Not even a bullet through the chest.

But somethinghadkilled Lokan.

Could that same something kill any one of them?

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