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she can kill.”
    Ted puffed out his chest. “We know our jobs.”
    “So does Earl,” Crocker growled.
    “Yeah, but we need her alive. And if she’s Fae—” Luc lowered his head until his nose almost touched Ted’s. “—one look at you two, your beer bellies, greasy hair, and tats, and she’ll teleport the hell away. Then where will we be? Dead. ‘Cause Farley doesn’t accept failure. We’ll meet in the van.”
    Grumbling, the two bikers trotted across the street to the diner, and Rice faced him and Fritz. “I don’t know what game you and the gargoyle are playing, Druid, but whatever it is, Farley’s mine.”
    Luc scowled, refusing to back away from the implied threat. “What the hell are you talking about, Daemon? I’m not a Druid.”
    “Sure you are. You’re Lucan, descended from the House of Turn, son of Marduk and Naidra, first daughter of the Coven of Adrametum. You’ve got a lot of magick running through you, kid. Your parents were good people, sorry to hear about their deaths. Guess the sigils they placed on you after your birth worked.” He inhaled deeply and smiled. “Your scent is theirs combined—unique, earthy.”
    Luc’s gaze met Rice’s and his world turned on its axis. Darkness below, who the hell was this daemon? “You don’t know shit. I don’t have a mark on me, and my parents would never have associated with a daemon.”
    “Sure they would. My clan chose to stay on Earth, to live the good life and not return to the Abyss after the last Great War.” He shuddered. “Hate that dry, hot place and loathe the Dark Lord. You know, not all daemons are evil or support the Abyss. As for the sigils, they were made from ash. I watched them paint them on your forehead and on the seven other chakra points. Even added some of my mojo to ensure you couldn’t be read as a magick by anyone other than those you consider family or your soul mate. It was the damnedest thing. Those sigils melted under your skin and into your bones.”
    He forced himself to remember Rice was a daemon. They weren’t to be trusted. Liar was their first, middle, and last name, probably even their magick call name. Sure Rice had heard of his parents—they were famous within the supernatural world—but no way he knew them or knew jack about them.
    Luc being branded by ash sigils? Everyone knew that shit didn’t work. “Trying to stay off the gargoyle’s menu by claiming you’re a good guy and Farley’s worse than demons?”
    “Yes, no, yes. Farley no more belongs in the Brotherhood than we do, and you two know it. He’s also more dangerous than you think.”
    “So you say. Why do you want him dead? Farley’s dividing and conquering the humans. Hell, he’s one of the Abyss’ greatest assets.”
    “He wiped out my entire clan,” the Daemon snarled. Red had conquered the black in his eyes. A wad of spittle hit the base of the fountain and sizzled.
    “How?” A scowl cracked between Fritz’s brows. “It’d better be good if you want to make it through the night.”
    “Farley’s a half-breed daemon. With Gulgari Clan power in his veins, his powers are twisted.” At Fritz’s harsh intact of air, Rice glanced at him. “You know all about the Gulgari, don’t you? They draw in magickal beings to survive, suck the essence right out of them.” He sneered. “Don’t expect to see those three daemons in his inner circle more than a few days. Not with the way he’s wasting away. His hunger will get the best of him.”
    “Come again? He was a famous linebacker in both college and the NFL.” The truth of Rice’s words crept through Luc’s doubt.
    “The more magickal energy he draws, the younger he gets. He allows himself to age normally for a while, and then he disappears or seemingly dies, finds heavy magick to replenish him and a day later appears, usually looking around ten or younger.”
    Luc’s throat closed, ice crystallized in his veins, battling with the sweat racing down his back as an