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had revealed a Gemini Blood Moon , another male in the house of Jadon receiving his undeserved due. As far as which male the gods were blessing, the cube didn’t say. Now, the crazy, inconsistent thing was glowing luminescent blue and pastel purple, which meant something entirely different: It meant she was at it again: the idiotic, confused human female.
    The one with dyed red-and-black hair—peculiar choice, to put it mildly. The more she tried to conjure spirits in her piteous attempt to engage her idea of the underworld— the more she tried to summon a dark entity with her dangerously limited knowledge of what she was doing—the more her errant vibrations appeared in the globe’s murky depths.
    He sighed and grasped the familiar cube in both palms: What to do ? What to do? Should he oblige the silly human in her misplaced fantasies, appear as the dark, mysterious entity she so desired to conjure, or should he command the crystal to never… ever … show him this vile human female again?
    He lifted the cube from its perch on his bedside table and cradled it in his lap, lovingly, trying to reason the whole thing out: On one hand, Derrian was not getting any younger. Salvatore’s nephew was now sixteen months old and some change, and the sorcerer could certainly use another full-time nanny, considering what had happened to the last one: such an unpleasant business involving chains, a test tube, and a dull knife. Salvatore cringed. On the other hand, he was hardly ready to father a dark offspring of his own, to take on a lifetime of responsibility and obligation. Not to mention, destroying such an uncommon woman by using her as a disposable breed mate would certainly be a waste of a rare opportunity, a dark, malleable human soul.
    He had to admit, this was a rare and exquisite opportunity to say the least.
    The confused woman was ripe for the picking.
    She was dabbling in energy she couldn’t possibly comprehend, and she was committing abhorrent acts of wantonness and vulgarity in her endless attempts to attract a malicious spirit: slaughtering chickens and kittens and birds; drawing bizarre chalk diagrams on her kitchen floor in an attempt to summon a demonic entity; and sleeping with as many human men as she could bring home, offering her body wantonly to please these elusive shadowy beings , whoever she thought they might be.
    And, most recently, in a moment of pure desperation, she had offered her immortal soul in trade for a lifetime of truly depraved power.
    And this had grabbed Salvatore’s attention. It had grabbed the attention of his cube.
    It was well known that the males in the house of Jaegar had been cursed without the benefit of the four mercies afforded their self-righteous cousins who lived above the surface: The males in the house of Jaegar had no destinies ; they could never walk in the sun; they took the lives of the innocent at will in order to feed their bloodlust… and both their children were born wholly evil.
    Evil.
    Well, wasn’t that just a relative term?
    Relative and preposterous.
    The Dark Ones simply preferred… and enjoyed … a different lifestyle.
    Still, the starkest difference between the Dark Ones and the house of Jadon was the presence of females in their daily lives, mates who shared in the duty and responsibility of rearing the young, and bedfellows who warmed the sheets at night, as if Salvatore could ever be truly content with only one partner.
    Once again, partner was such a relative word: Salvatore Nistor had no equal, and women were mere objects of temporary pleasure, never partners.
    He sighed, feeling overwhelmed by the quandary. “What shall I do about you, Miss Tawni Duvall? Do you have any idea how close you are standing to an eternal edge of darkness? An utterly hellish precipice? Ready and willing to careen into the depths of the abyss?” He laughed, a low, maniacal sound that reverberated in the dark underground lair, shaking the magnificent antique chandelier