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into mine…”
    Okay, so the raspy, growling voice was new, too.
    “Shandor,” I said. “It’s so nice to see you. You look great. Did you have work done? And congratulations on owning your own city.” I looked around at the carnage and destruction. “It’s very beautiful.”
    He smirked. “You’re packing some kind of power there, fată. Did Gerik finally fuck you?”
    “Gosh, thanks for asking, but no, he didn’t.”
    He laughed, and yep, he still sounded like a hyena.
    “Are you all alone, fată?” He glanced around as if he expected my entourage to jump out at any second.
    “Nope. I’ve got my Dark magic keeping me company. How about you?”
    He bared his fangs. “ I’ve still got my affinity for fire, only now it's dark, same as yours. Courtesy of my happy transition into the world of the damned, I suppose.”
    Yeah, I had figured that out when he hadn’t burst into flames and died.
    “Listen, fată,” he growled. “I’m gonna go that way.” He pointed in the direction I’d just come from. “And you’re gonna go that way.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder.
    What? He wasn't going to try to eat me?
    It occurred to me then that Shandor must be afraid of me. He'd known the magnitude of Gerik's power and he knew I now shared it. He was right to be afraid.
    “Such self control you have, Shandor,” I quipped. “I’m impressed. Most of your kind still comes snapping and snarling even after they’ve seen what I can do.”
    He flashed me another devastating grin. “I've never played by the rules, fată.”
    He turned to go.
    “Wait!”
    “What? You want a hug, maybe a fuck for the road?”
    Ignoring his lewd suggestions, I asked, “When did this happen to you?”
    Shandor's grin melted off his face. “The raid.”
    My heart lurched. Oh gods.
    “Xan? Is he…okay?”
    “The last time I saw him, frate was still an omnivore,” he said quietly.
    I blew out a relieved breath. That was something. He hadn’t died or changed on the raid. He could still be alive.
    “You and me, fată, we're not so different, you know? We've both been dealt a shitty hand and we're just trying to make it work any way we can.”
    Tears burned in my eyes. He wasn't wrong.
    “Do me a favor and try not to judge so harshly that which you don't understand,” he finished, looking more serious than I had thought him capable.
    “Okay,” I whispered, as a mixture of confusion, fear, and sadness threatened to overwhelm me.
    He took a crouching step, and then paused. “If you find him again, tell him…remind him of the Fat Tuesday twins.”
    My brow lifted. “The Fat Tuesday twins?” I was pretty sure I didn't like the sound of that.
    He grinned. “Yeah, baby. I’ll let him tell you all about it.”
    In a blur of speed, he took off down the street, jumping along the roofs of vehicles. And I let him. I couldn't kill him. I didn't want to kill him. He might not be human anymore but he was still Shandor. He was still someone I had lived and worked side by side with for five months. I was not going to be the one responsible for taking his life.
    When I returned to my Jeep, I cast a wall of spirit shadows around me and let my tears fall freely.

CHAPTER FOUR
    Xan cursed. This damn hole. How he always was stuck with digging the new outhouses, he wasn’t sure. Although, it had been Tobar who had doled out the chores and God knows Tobar is about as awesome as a rock. About as smart as one, too.
    “Xan?”
    He looked to the source of the timid little voice and found Daniella Vãdura approaching him, dragging her little brother Benyamin Jr. behind her.
    Bending down on one knee, he took the little girls hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “What can I do for you, scumpa mea mică prințesă?”
    She grinned, surprising him. He hadn’t seen her smile since the two of them had lost their entire family.
    “Lyuba said not to ask you, but…” She trailed off, her smile slipping.
    “No, no,” he chastised, tugging