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croaked.
    Yes. Yes. Yes.
    He moved his hand, circling her head.
    “Cannot…become…that.”
    Her broken voice scraped his nerves, set his teeth on edge, made a blanket of fury creep like a shadow across his mind. Fury at her for reminding him of a long-dead ghost, fury at the vampires for destroying her the way they had.
    “It’s too late, mortal. You already are that. Me taking the soul will not negate it. They’ve envenomed you.” And they’d gone to great lengths to do it. She was covered head to toe in bite wounds.
    Her head shook painfully slowly. “Then finish,” she gasped, body shuddering as she tried to speak around the pain, “what…they…started.”
    Her eyes rolled back, and he could think again, because she didn’t look so much like his Adrianna anymore. She was just a woman, a nameless, faceless woman. A human who’d destroyed and hated and lied and cheated and stolen…She was the worst of all creation.
    Flexing his fingers, he flung them over her chest, ready to harvest the pulsing blue orb that was her soul, when there was a blinding flash of light followed by the unmistakable sharp and biting scent of frost.
    Shielding his eyes against the brilliance, he turned to the side, but knew instinctively who’d intruded.
    “Lise?” He jumped to his feet when the light finally turned down.
    Lise was always a surprise. None knew of her true form or who she really was, always referred to as the Ancient One. All he did know for a fact was that even The Morrigan had to do what the old battle-ax said, which in his book meant that she wasn’t one to mess with.
    Dressed in a gown of sparkling sheer white, she reminded him of the frost he still felt shivering through the air. Strange, luminescent eyes hooked his, making him wonder all over again what she was.
    After what Lise had done with Cian, all of faedom wondered what she was and why she’d taken such an interest in death. He narrowed his eyes.
    “To what do I owe this honor?”
    Quirking a snowy brow, she simply shrugged. “Must I have to have a reason to visit?” A vein of ice skated across the floor with each step she took.
    “Do not tell me you’ve taken an interest in me now, Ancient One,” he said with a thread of sarcasm.
    A prim and small smile curved the edges of her petal-pink lips. “And if I have?”
    “Good goddess”—he cast his gaze heavenward for a brief moment—“I’m not in the market, so if you’re trying to get me to play patty-cake with a human the way you did with Cian, I’m not interested.”
    She was no longer looking at him. Lise was studying the woman, whose breathing was now a faint wisp of air.
    “She hasn’t got long in this world.”
    “Obviously.” He knelt again. “Which is why I’m here.” Extending his hand, he made to snatch up the glowing blue orb that was her soul, but a surprisingly warm hand latched on to the bone of his finger.
    Brows gathering into sharp slashes, he shook off Lise’s hand, surprised to note her skin still gleamed, almost glowed, like moonlight was trapped and filtering through her pores from within.
    “You should have fallen to your knees in agony from touching that.” His tone was accusatory. What bothered him most wasn’t that Lise was unaffected by his touch, but that none were immune to death. Especially not an other , as indestructible as they sometimes seemed. Everything died. It was the continued mystery of who Lise was, why she interfered in the lives of the reapers, and what she could possibly want with him that really irritated him most.
    “Do not try to make sense of me, boy. You never will.” There was no malice in her words, merely amusement.
    It made his teeth gnash.
    “You must not allow Mila to become a vampire or to be taken by one of them.”
    Now that the real purpose of her visit was revealed, he still found himself just as confused.
    “O-kay. She is covered in bite wounds. The venom has spread through her system. Are you suggesting I drive a