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until Sabine came and saved her.
    Her big sister must be worried sick over her weeks-long disappearance. Before leaving their home to hunt for a new boyfriend, Lanthe had left her a note that merely read: Out getting some strange, XOXO.
    In fact, Lanthe was surprised Sabine hadn’t found her by now. She always had in the past. They’d never been separated for this long—
    Her eyes widened. From this height, she’d spied Carrow, Ruby, and Carrow’s new vemon husband, Malkom Slaine. Though that vampire/demon was one of the deadliest, most fearsome beings in the Lore, he appeared to be shepherding them to safety.
    Guess he decided against killing Carrow.
    Lanthe’s heart leapt to see them safe, and she drew a breath to call for them, but Thronos slapped his calloused hand over her mouth.
    She kicked back with her boots, struggling against him; he held her with minimal effort. He waited until Carrow was out of earshot before releasing Lanthe.
    “They’re going to worry about me!” She strained to keep them in sight.
    “Good. If the witch is foolish enough to care about someone like you, she deserves woe.”
    Someone like me. “Speaking from experience?” She whirled around on him, eye level with his chest. The wet linen of his shirt clung to his muscles, draping over his pecs, showing hints of the scars beneath.
    Why haven’t I ever noticed his muscles are so defined? Probably because each time she’d seen him, she’d been running for her life.
    She craned her head up to peer at his face, at the raised scars there. All caused by me. A deep one twisted along his chiseled jawline, while four shorter ones slashed diagonally down his cheeks, like Celtic war paint.
    Once a body became immortal, it was unchangeable for the most part. Though a Lorean like him could buy a glamour from the witches to camouflage those marks, he would always have them.
    Despite his scars, females would still find him handsome. Very much so.
    “What are you looking at?” he snapped, seeming disturbed by the perusal. But then, he seemed disturbed in general.
    “My lifetime enemy.” She’d spent that long constantly fleeing Vrekeners. Now she was trapped with the object of her fears. Not exactly helping her Vrekener PTSD.
    But she’d escape sooner or later; she always did.
    And then he’d just come after her again, as he always did. “Well, you’ve got me, Thronos. Now what happens?”
    She thought she saw a flicker of shock in his eyes, as if he could barely accept his success after so long.
    “Now I’m going to get us off this island.”
    “How? It’s thousands of miles from land, surrounded by shark-infestedwaters.” The humans had been prepared to prevent escape. Well, prepared for everything except a really piqued La Dorada. “You can’t fly that distance.”
    Though he’d tried to hide it, she’d seen his pain from just a short jaunt—his face had grown drawn and waxen, his lips a thin line.
    Considering that others of his kind could fly hundreds, if not thousands, of miles at a time, she wondered what his limit was. “Especially not with me in tow.”
    He looked like he was biting down rage—as if just the sound of her voice was setting him off. “I have other means of escape.”
    “Uh-huh. Listen, there’s a key to my torque down there.” Of sorts.
    Each collar was locked and unlocked with the thumbprint of the warden, a troll named Fegley (not literally a troll). When Lanthe and company had stumbled across the trapped warden, Lanthe had cut off his hand for ease of use. But before Lanthe could free herself, Emberine had stolen the grubby thing and incinerated the rest of Fegley!
    Which had forced Lanthe and her friends to hit the tunnels. . . .
    “If you help me get this collar off,” she told Thronos, “I could create a portal to wherever you want.” Or she could command him to repeatedly stab himself in the dick. Then she’d run away as fast as she could manage—seeing as she would be laughing really