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They’re elitist and secretive. It’s almost as if they don’t
actually exist.”
He stared at the pendant. His bloody fingers had left
prints on the metal. For some inexplicable reason, that
bothered him. He set the necklace down and rubbed his
palms along his thighs, leaving dark smears on the
faded denim. He froze.
Déjà vu.
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Shit.
He remembered wiping his hands before he’d
touched the girl. Her face coalesced in his mind, the look
of ferocious determination in her bronze-green eyes.
She was just one more human in a sea of humans, but
he’d let her live. He’d slit her bonds to set her free. He’d
wrapped her in his jacket. He’d left her money. Why her?
He hadn’t been tempted to do the same for anyone
before or since.
The pendant and the photo he’d found meant there
might be a link between her and the stack of body parts
in this stinking room. Was there? Was there some link
between her and the guy he’d just killed? Between her
and Lokan’s death?
The likelihood was minimal, but he didn’t like coincidences. Didn’t trust them. Yet here he was, drowning in them.
“How the fuck does she fit into this?” he muttered.
“She? You referring to Aset?”
“No.” Dagan closed his fist on the pendant and
dragged it over the dead guy’s head. Then he rose,
shrugged. Alastor stared at him, eyes narrowed, interest
