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beings among the Lore."
                Anomalous. What a mild way of putting it.
                "He lives in Oblivion, a demon hell plane."
                The demon planes weren't parallel universes, but self-contained, hidden territories with their own climates, cultures, and demonarchies. Most of their societies were feudal and old-fashioned. Not exactly hotbeds of technology--or, say, women's liberties.
                "I've heard of it," Carrow said. A wasteland once used as a gulag for Lore criminals, Oblivion was the former home of the Trothan Demonarchy. Before the vampires overthrew their royal line.
                "We've been able to compile information about your target, taken from detained Trothan demons."
                Carrow raised her brows. "You torture them to spill the beans?"
                "They volunteered the details gladly. He's reviled among his kind, a bogeyman of sorts. You'll like him no better. He is illiterate, filthy, and brutish. Mentally, he is severely disturbed."
                "You're calling someone 'severely disturbed' with this dude in the room?" Carrow hiked a thumb at Chase. The tension in his shoulders and neck ratcheted up, if that was possible. "You know, Dix, you're not exactly selling me on this."
                Dixon pursed her lips. "To succeed, you will need to know exactly what you're up against."
                "Why me?"
                "You're from the enchantress caste of witches, and you're attractive. The males on that plane have probably never seen a female like you."
                "That plane? Honey, try this universe. Oh, and easily this room ."
                "We have your history as well," Dixon snapped, losing patience with her. "In your forty-nine years of life, you've routinely done things that are very brave--and very stupid. This should suit you perfectly."
                No argument there. And she'd only grown bolder since she'd become fully immortal twenty-three years before. "Why can't you go and get him yourselves?"
                "He's sequestered in deep mines within a mountain and has choked the few passes with traps. He guards his domain ruthlessly. If we can't take him out, we can lead him out."
                With her playing the part of Delilah? Don't think so. "As much as I appreciate the invitation to help out with your vemon-retrieval problem, I'm afraid I'm going to have to R.S.V.F.U."
                Over his shoulder, Chase said, "Is that your final decision?"
                "Yep. Even if I wanted to help you, I'm not special-ops--I'm front line." She was a general among her kind, leading armies of spellcasters. "So if you've got some urban warfare, we can talk. But not so much with the tromping around on a mountain in a hell plane." Carrow loathed the outdoors, Gulf Coast beaches excepted.
                Chase said, "We thought you might be misguided in this." Were his pupils dilated? "I have something that will give you perspective." He crossed to an intercom panel on the wall, pressing a button beside it.
                That concealed panel door slid open once more, and Fegley walked in. He had his arms full--with a young girl, unconscious and limp in his hold. Her mane of long black hair covered her face. She had on a dark T-shirt and leggings, a tiny black puff tutu, and miniature combat boots.
                Carrow felt a stab of foreboding. Don't let it be Ruby. She glared at Chase. "You're taking kids prisoner?" How many little girls dress like that?
                Fegley sneered, "When one of them tortures and murders twenty soldiers?" Then he tossed the girl to Carrow.
                She dove forward to catch her, shooting the man a killing look before gazing down. Don't be her.
                Carrow hissed in a breath. Ruby. A