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face you. Come and die.
Hate you,
Evie
    I have only minutes to wait until the email alert window crops back up, delivering Brennus’ response.
Dear Darkest Night,
I’m already dead, but looking forward to seeing you…in China. Be there soon.
Love You,
Brennus
    I pick up the laptop and throw it across the room. It hits the far wall and showers in pieces to the floor. I push back from the desk and drive my fists right through its thick, ancient wood. It shatters and splinters into a pile at my feet. Looking around, all I can see is Molly’s face as it sagged after being touched by Brennus—I didn’t think to protect her. Of course she was a target. Brennus has all of my pictures—Molly is probably in half of all of those pictures.
    The room starts spinning around me as my fists come up to my eyes to try to blot out the images of what her death must have been like. It would’ve been gruesome. They would have fed on her blood before one of them allowed her to feed on him. I wonder which one of them turned her. Was it Brennus or Finn…it could’ve been any of them…maybe Declan or Lachlan. I’ll find out which one it was and kill him slowly… painfully. Several killing scenarios pulse in my head as it’s spinning like someone stuffed me in a blender and hit puree.
    Dizziness makes me sway on my feet. Bringing my hands away from my eyes, I feel as if I should be moving—I need to go to Molly—help her—it’s too late to help her. I need to go to Brownie and Russell. They need to be warned that Brennus is on his way to China now—he traced my email. He at least knows where the POP, point of presence, which I used to send the email is located. He will find me. If he gets close enough, he’ll probably be able to smell me, I think as nausea rolls through me. I need to warn Zephyr, Buns and Phaedrus—if he touches them, they will be Brennus’ slaves too.
    Reed, I think as the room sways again. I feel like I’m spinning in infinity. Unable to control the whirling, I crouch down on one knee, resting my head on my other knee. My hands go to the floor as I attempt to steady myself.
    I have to warn Reed…Russell…Zee , I think. The most unnatural feeling of lightness pulses through me like a shockwave while something lifts out of me. Looking up, my stomach twists as an image of myself becomes visible to me. It hovers near me like a luminous ghost for a few brief seconds. Blinking at the perfect representation of myself, I watch as my mirror image turns from where it is standing just in front of me. With a grim expression on her face, the glowing impression of me rockets itself forward so quickly that I can barely track it as it exits the room. I grit my teeth as another shockwave erupts within me. A second holographic image projects out of me like an ascending soul and immediately bolts from the room. When the third luminous “me” bursts from my body like a physical echo and leaves the room, I lose most of the dizziness that was overwhelming me. I stand on shaky legs and try to make sense of what I just experienced. As I stumble to the bed, I lean against the frame, willing myself not to fall onto it.
    I take deep breaths and raise a shaky hand to my forehead, but I pause when a movement near the door distracts me. Reed is staring at me from the entrance to our room. His face is blank, but there is pain in his eyes. He moves forward, engulfing me in his arms. He is not wearing his shirt and his charcoal-gray wings are arcing out menacingly. I inhale his sexy, masculine scent as he presses me to his chest.
    “You’re alive,” he breathes into my ear as his arms hold me like I’m a fragile flower. A clatter sounds behind me as he drops whatever weapon he had been holding. It sounds like some kind of sword as it hits the ground with a heavy metallic clang.
    “What?” I choke, pushing against him so I can see his face again.
    “I saw you. You passed right through me—there was such pain—sorrow when you went