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wasn’t a place in the room that even remotely resembled a control panel to Evalle.
    Casper caught the small shake of her head as Sar said, “Much as I’ve enjoyed having guests, it’s time to feed my guardians. I just have to decide who gets the woman. They like females.”
    Evalle curled her fists, preparing for battle, when Casper asked Sar, “So how is it everyone else died and you lived? I’m having a hard time believing you escaped Svart Trolls—the most dangerous black ops mercenary trolls in existence—on your own. Death is their only acceptable reason for failure.”
    Sar puffed up his scrawny chest, all pompous now in spite of his drawn-out sigh. “My parents hid me, my sister and brother, which saved us from the attack, but I inherited my father’s skills and managed to escape. It was fortunate that I was the sole surviving Dalfour, as I have proven to be the most gifted and carry on our legacy of making the impossible a reality. Creating new and powerful races who serve only me.”
    If Evalle couldn’t find a way to open the shields in the parlor, she needed to know how to stop the monsters. Taking her lead from Casper, she played to Sar’s ego. “Your guardians are impressive. How’d you make them, and why?”
    “As if I’m going to tell you any of my secrets? Why? To protect me when I make that Noirre coven pay for what they did to my family. They’ll never get through my guardians . . . once I figure out how you got past them. Time to put you in the pit.” Sar lifted his hands, and Evalle searched for anything to say to stop him.
    “If you can control them.”
    That made Sar pause. He put his hands down and said, “Of course I can.”
    “How do you communicate orders to them?”
    Sar smiled, not as easily tricked as she would have liked.
    This was going nowhere.
    Maybe if she took Sar hostage and dragged him back to the parlor she could force him to bring his monsters under control. That might have a snowball’s chance in hell of working if she was facing a demon, but she had her doubts about forcing a sorcerer to do anything.
    Casper nodded at the bloody creature now lunging at Sar, bouncing off the end of its chain, with hate in its creepy human eyes, and pointed out, “Your training doesn’t seem to be working.”
    Sar seemed oblivious to the way his guardian was trying to reach him, focused completely on him with deadly intent. “Everything takes time and you’re imposing on mine. I’ll say good-bye now.”
    He was a ballsy bastard. Still grabbing at any way to stall him, she asked, “Think telling us good-bye is going to work? VIPER has an attack team closing in on this place.”
    “What’s VIPER?” The first sign of worry crossed Sar’s face.
    He really was a recluse to not know about VIPER.
    “VIPER is an army of people like us, some who are even more powerful,” Evalle said, wishing her threat about a team on the way hadn’t been a bluff.
    Tzader came into her head. What have you got, Evalle?
    We found Sar and he made these creatures, but he’s an insane Dalfour sorcerer.
    A Dalfour? Ah, hell. Quinn’s hitting the minds of these things in short blasts but we’re losing ground and Trey’s hurt. I told our pilot to call for back-up if we weren’t out of here in twenty minutes. He should be calling now but the closest team is fifteen minutes away. You can’t wait. Dalfours were serious head cases. Get out of there now!
    Not without Tzader, Quinn and Trey.
    Seeing the first crack in Sar’s confidence, Evalle tried once again to reason with Sar. “You’re out of moves, Sar. Call off your monsters and let’s talk before VIPER gets here.”
    “I don’t think so. I have a better idea.” As if directing a command, Sar pointed a finger at the counter between them. A panel slid aside and the control center Evalle had been looking for appeared, complete with a monitor showing a video of the fight in the parlor. “I’ll send all my guardians to the parlor and if your