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had sworn to uphold. He couldn’t kill another being based on what he might do. And even though it was known Frost was an assassin, he’d never been tried, neither by a human nor supe court.
    “Got under your skin, did she, our little Fury?” Nicodemus laughed lightly, with obviously no care for the fact Marcus lusted for his blood. “Did you fuck her, Detective?” He leaned closer. “Did you mark her?”
    All of his reasoning and honorable intention disintegrated to ash beneath the fire of the beast. Marcus slammed Frost against the solid brick wall of the manor house. His nails elongated into wickedly sharp claws and blood trickled from Frost’s neck.
    “Touch her and I’ll kill you,” he rasped, his voice low and guttural.
    But Frost was as cold as his name. He simply smiled into Kage’s morphing face. “Your partner doesn’t know what you are. If you try to kill me, you’ll have to take him to the vampires to scrub his mind. Even then, you may have to kill him. Is that what you want? Your partner to die because you got your cock wet?”
    Marcus noticed that Frost had “claws” of his own. His nails were painted with blessed sterling silver—and were currently digging into Marcus’ throat.
    He didn’t even feel his flesh as it burned away. It was too close to the full moon and Marcus’ cells were replicating at the same speed the silver was destroying them. “Touch Megaera Eumenides and your silver nail polish won’t protect you.”
    Kage suddenly released Frost, his own words echoing in his ears like a gunshot. Meg was a Fury. She didn’t need him to protect her from the likes of Nicodemus Frost. Unless Frost was more than human?
    He looked at the man and hated the smug, knowing smile he saw on his face. “Just realized what you were saying, did you? That primal drive to protect her? I’d bet my life you didn’t even know her before today. Furies are worse than Succubi. Filthy creatures,” Frost snarled. “Preying on your goodness, your honor—parasites, glutting until you have nothing left.”
    Marcus fought to control his breathing and to keep his own consciousness at the forefront before he suffered an uncontrolled Change and drowned a whole city block in blood. When the red haze over his vision cleared, he looked at Nicodemus again, this time with the eyes of a cop rather than a Lycanos. “I meant what I said, Frost. If Megaera is at fault, she will be punished. But not by you.”
    “It seems we’re at an impasse, then, Kage. It’s Megaera’s fault that Galatea is dead, and she must suffer the consequences of that.”
    “Wouldn’t you rather catch the bastard who actually killed her?”
    “If it wasn’t this, it would be something else. That tattoo was nothing but a bull’s-eye for all of our world. It was as good as a bounty on her head.”
    He had to talk to Megaera again. Not to warn her, although he would, but to wring her secrets from her.
    “You don’t think training her to be an assassin would have eventually resulted in Galatea’s death?”
    “No. I wouldn’t have let that happen.”
    Marcus opened his mouth, but Spinner wandered slowly back up the path, sans Davis and with a dark look on his face. “We’re going to need forensics.”
    “What did you find?” Kage and Frost asked simultaneously.
    “You have to see it to believe it.” Ian shook his head. “Are you sure she was living out there?”
    “Of course.”
    Ian kept shaking his head. “The place is covered in webs. It looked like something out of the end of Kingdom of the Spiders .”

Chapter Four
     
    Megaera followed Marcus Kage all the way to Sunset Hill and Nicodemus Frost. She kept praying the wind would continue from the south; if it shifted, he’d scent her and he’d want answers she wasn’t ready to give him.
    She’d known Galatea had some unnatural attachment to Frost. Meg had suspected they were lovers, but she’d never dreamed the girl had made him into some kind of demented father