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him.
    “You still can’t kill, can you? At least not a pathetic mortal.”
    Rhys frowned, letting his arms fall loosely to his sides. “What?”
    Christian strolled to the once more unconscious man. He peered down at him with a slight grimace tugging at his lips, then turned back to Rhys.
    “I just came to tell you, and I’m sure you will be pleased, Lilah is well and truly dead.”
    Rhys wasn’t pleased. He hated Lilah , but he knew how her death would affect Christian. Christian had loved the vampiress with his whole existence. If vampires could truly love.
    “Christian, I’m sorry.”
    His brother laughed humorlessly . “Are you? Are you really?”
    “I know how you felt about her.”
    “ Mmm .” Christian nodded, moving to slowly pace around Rhys. “And you knew how I felt about her when you went to her bed, too. You knew how I felt about her when you allowed her to bring you over. I would imagine you even knew how I felt about her when you drained her, over and over, until she was nothing but a mad little vampiress —made insane by being brought to the point of death too many times.”
    It was on the tip of Rhys’s tongue to point out it was hardly his fault that Lilah had a proclivity for a vampire’s version of auto-eroticism. The observation would only serve to hurt Christian and make his brother further believe that Rhys had truly wanted Lilah . He’d wanted Lilah only once. After that, he knew her for what she was—a greedy, selfish, violent vampire.
    He’d tried to make Christian realize that what he’d done, he’d done as retribution
for
the way she’d hurt his family, for cursing them. Lilah had needed to pay.
    Christian had never believed him—about any of it. But Rhys felt the need to tell him again. To do otherwise would be like relenting that Christian was right.
    “Christian, I never meant to hurt you. I meant to punish Lilah —for you, and Sebastian and especially for Elizabeth . For destroying our family.”
    “Yes, so you’ve told me.”
    “It’s the truth.”
    “No, the truth is Elizabeth had consumption. She was too weak
to
cross over.”
    Rhys couldn’t believe Christian still accepted Lilah’s lie. Lilah had killed their baby sister out of spite, out of petty anger for not getting what she wanted—Rhys.
    “You can keep believing what you want, Chris. But I am the one telling you the truth. I always have.”
    Christian finished circling around Rhys and stopped directly in front of him. “Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter now. Lilah’s gone.”
    Rhys nodded, hoping maybe now that she was gone, they could mend their badly severed relationship.
    Christian started back down the alley toward the street.
    Rhys took a few steps after him. “Do you think we will ever be able to end this?”
    His brother turned, and cocked his head as if he was considering the question. “Yes, I think we can end it tonight.” And with that Christian flew toward him, so quickly his Movement was almost invisible.
    Rhys didn’t even have time to brace himself for the hit, before he found himself slammed against the side of the building. Bits of concrete rained to the ground around them.
    Rhys dug at the hands at his throat, but Christian held him there with little difficulty.
    Rhys knew that under regular circumstances he and Christian were about the same strength—created by the same vampire at nearly the same time. But tonight, Christian had anger on his side, blind fury that could make him extraordinarily strong for a brief time.
    Rhys clawed at his brother’s hands.
    Christian stared at him, his eyes black, the entire irises and nearly all of the whites gone. Nothing but an empty blackness.
    “I should have done this a hundred and eighty-five years ago.” Christian’s voice sounded deeper, harsher, like the growl of an animal.
    As Rhys still struggled, his brother went for his throat, ripping into the flesh, taking half his throat in the first bite.
    Despite the savageness of the