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recover the Orbs of Essence from the Convictionites, when you told me about what happened to your father—I contacted him.”
    “Why?”
    “Your father was killed by an assassin, Alex.” He set his hand on hers. “I saw the look in your eyes when you told me. The assassin might be dead, but you’ve been trying to find out who sent him.”
    She didn’t deny it. There was no point. “It’s not just the assassin who’s dead. The trail is dead. Sera and I have been searching for eight years. We haven’t found a thing. Not even the tiniest clue.”
    “No offense, darling, but you’re about as subtle as a machine gun,” said Logan. “And you and your sister didn’t find anything because you didn’t know where to look. These are my circles, my contacts. My world. The trail is cold, but it’s by no means dead.”
    “You found something,” she said, hardly daring a whisper. Hardly daring to hope.
    “Yes, thanks to Deathstalker. It’s just a lead at this point, but it’s a start. We have the assassin’s name.”
    Just a lead? That’s more than Alex and Sera had been able to find in eight years.
    “The assassin was called Nightshade. He worked mostly out of London,” Logan told her.
    “Do you think the person who hired him could be here?”
    “Perhaps.”
    He caught her hand as she moved to stand. It was just as well. She didn’t even know where she was going. A restless ache had taken hold of her. She had to be doing something. Hunt. She had to hunt down the depraved soul who’d sent an assassin after her and Sera because they’d been born different—the assassin who’d killed Dad.
    “Alex, we’re going to find out who killed your father,” Logan promised, holding to her hand.
    Even when she shot him an irked glare, he didn’t let go. She could have zapped him with her magic, but what good would that do? He was on her side.
    “But you have to be patient,” he continued. “Deathstalker has a contact, someone who might know more about Nightshade and his contracts. He’ll message me soon with more information.”
    Alex lowered to her seat. “And then we’ll go after the person who sent Nightshade.”
    “Yes.”
    There was something about the way he said that single word, popping with menace, as hot as venom and as cold as death, that pushed her over the edge. Tears burned her eyes. Her throat grew heavy, tight. She couldn’t have spoken if she’d wanted to. There were no words for what he’d done for her—for what he was going to do for her. Finally, after all those years, she had a chance at avenging her father’s death.
    Alex leaned across the table, and this time when she kissed him, she wasn’t playing games. And she wasn’t holding back. She thrust her soul, her passion, her…love into that kiss. She slid her hands down his back, tugging him closer, wishing there wasn’t a stupid table between them. She had half a mind to hurl it across the room.
    His lips kissed up her neck, trailing fire across her skin. “Alex,” he growled against her ear. “You’re making it very difficult for me to behave myself.”
    She met his eyes. “Maybe I don’t want you to behave yourself.”
    He pushed back his chair, and before she could blink, he was standing behind her. “Let’s go,” he said and threw a stack of bills down onto the table. His hand locked around her waist, leading her toward the exit.
    “Your hair smells like chocolate,” his voice rumbled in her ear as they left the restaurant.
    She looked down at the chocolate-dipped ends of her wig and shrugged. “Well, it’s better than fish.”
    He was still chuckling when a taxi screeched to a halt in front of them.

CHAPTER FOUR
    Underground Lair

    THE TAXI RIDE passed in a blur. At some point, the driver had closed the dark window between the front and back seats to give them some privacy. Or maybe he just couldn’t bear to hear them making out in his taxi.
    “We’re here,” Logan said. His lips had stopped kissing her, but