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his jaw tight.“It will be handled,” he stated. Still, no scent.
    “It better,” Cullen said coldly and turned, giving Nick his back, telling him without words that this conversation was over. He had a meeting to attend, a secret roundtable meeting with leaders of the few peaceful Demon communities on earth. It seemed Cullen had more than his own rebels to deal with. Word had it that Adrian, the Leader of the Darkland Beasts, no longer wanted to destroy humanity. He wanted to take it over, and that meant killing off anyone who he perceived would stand in his way – and the Werewolves ranked high on that list.  
    Cullen's life on earth was becoming more and more like life in hell.

 
    Chapter Three
     
    Kresley. Horrible images of her with another man filled Lucan’s fitful sleep. He struggled to see the man’s face, but he could not. But he saw the ring the man wore, and the ring's black stone glittered in his mind as if it were taunting him. Telling of danger preying upon her.  
    Abruptly, Lucan jerked awake and shoved his body upward on the bed, sitting back against the headboard. Sweat gathered on his upper lip, on his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut as the intimate images of Kresley with another man, with a Werewolf, threatened to attack his mind again.
    The storyboard of wolves killing humans played nightly in his sleep, nightmares he’d seen become reality. Nightmares that drove him to hunt them down, to destroy them. After what he’d seen, he didn't care why the Guardians wanted him to hate the wolves, why they wanted them dead.  
    A flash of Kresley with the Wolf set him seething, and Lucan scraped his palm against his jaw in frustration at his captivity, his inability to act. Lucan cursed, the stubble on his jaw proof of lost days, days Kresley had been on her own, in danger. Lost days during which this Wolf in his dreams could have been finding his way to Kresley’s side. She was young, innocent. Alone. She needed protection. He inhaled a painful breath. Protection he’d failed to deliver. Protection he owed her now.  
    Lucan flicked a look toward the warped nightstand where the clock sat, stamped with time and date. October 8 th . His mind raced, ticking off the days. It had been five days since he’d seen Kresley in that alley. Five days that could have delivered her into danger at this stranger’s hands. He had to find her; he had to find her now.  
    His wrists tingled and warmed a moment before two silver-bodied snakes slithered off his arms and to the foot of his bed. At two-feet long, and four-inches thick, they curled into full-size serpents, beady eyes pinning him in a trance as they hissed through huge fangs. Another moment passed, and they changed yet again, growing, shifting, taking the form of two beautiful, dark-haired females, dressed in silver bodysuits – twin deadly beauties. They were Lithe and Litha – the Guardians of hell’s serpent pit – his captors.  
    Cloudy memories came back to him. Kresley had been here. Adrian had been with her. “Where is she?” he asked, suspicious that he was now allowed a clear enough mind to remember any of what had happened. They wanted something from him. The Guardians always had an agenda.
    The twins joined hands, the joining of their flesh a conductor of magic. “She is near this place and she is well,” Lithe said.  
    “For now,” Litha added. “She has made a dangerous bargain–the ring the Werewolf leader wears in exchange for your freedom.”
    “What bargain? What ring?” He began to recall remotely some of the conversation between Kresley and Adrian. He squeezed his eyes shut. “No. God no, Kresley.”    
    “You fear she will die trying to free you,” the twins asked in unison.  
    He hated the way they read his thoughts. “Let me go to her. Let me help her obtain the ring.”
    “The ring will destroy you if you touch it. It will burn you alive. Even a great Knight of White cannot endure the fires of hell. But