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bloody and missing a few teeth, he didn't look so threatening anymore. Shade didn't think so, anyway.
    Shade kicked the male, who'd said he was Wraith's uncle. "Why can't we kill them?"
    "Because Wraith should have that honor," Eidolon said, and Shade supposed that was a good point.
    Dropping their weapons, E and Shade crossed the room to Wraith. Shade pushed his brother's hair, matted with blood, away from his face.
    Oh, Gods. "E...oh, fuck."
    Eidolon's face went ashen. "Those bastards." His voice sounded as if it had been dredged up from the pits of hell. "They gouged out his eyes."
    And that was only a small part of what they'd done to him. Among other brutal acts, they'd opened him up from groin to sternum. In several places, broken bone jutted from between shredded muscle and tendon.
    Shade bled fury through his pores. "Get him down," he rasped. "Dear Gods, get him down."
    "Hey, boys." Roag's voice drifted through the building.
    "Where have you been?" Shade snarled, as Eidolon began lowering Wraith's shattered body from the ceiling, the chains that held him clanging.
    Roag sauntered toward them, kicking through the piles of vampire dust, looking calmly at the two left alive. "You two handled things well enough." He jerked his chin at Wraith. "Looks like you found our long-lost little brother. Not much left. Leave him. We'll go find the whore I just balled."
    "Just keep an eye on the vamps," Eidolon snapped, his patience with Roag nearly as frayed as Shade's.
    They lowered Wraith slowly and carefully. He didn't move, and the only reason they knew he was alive was because Shade had channeled his gift into his brother and felt his heart beating weakly. His pulse had been too faint to feel with their fingers.
    Wraith lay on the floor of the warehouse in a pool of his own blood. Eidolon's dermoire glowed as he gripped Wraith's wrist, but after a moment, he looked up and shook his head.
    "He's too far gone."
    Shade knew that, could feel it, could see it in the mas sive injuries that should have killed Wraith long before this. "We have to try. Maybe we can find a doctor who won't ask questions."
    Roag shrugged. "We could nab one from a hospital and force him to help. Kill him later so he doesn't talk. Want me to go get one?"
    He made it sound like he was going to stop in at the corner grocer and pick up a loaf of bread.
    "No human doctor can do what we can do." Eidolon's shoulders slumped. "But it doesn't matter. He's not going to make it another five minutes."
    Roag picked up the blowtorch. "Can we kill the vamps now?"
    "Hell, yeah," Shade spat.
    He shifted, prepared to rip the assholes apart, but froze when Wraith's finger touched his knee. Not just his fin ger, but his whole hand. Somehow, the guy had found the strength to move his shattered arm and grip Shade's pants. Shade brought his hand down on top of Wraith's.
    Wraith's skin was icy, his hand shaking, but he managed to squeeze, and in that slight motion, he conveyed his message.
    He wanted to live.
    Shade's gaze met Eidolon's. "We're going to save him. Damn it all, we're going to try."
    Eidolon didn't hesitate. He thumbed Wraith's swollen upper lip, revealing two fangs. "He really is a vampire." He turned to their captives. "Does he feed?" When they just stared, he snarled. "Does he feed?"
    Uncle Vamp nodded grudgingly.
    "Roag," Shade said, "go fetch that prostitute."
    Roag grinned. "That's the spirit."
    "Not for sex, you fucking lackbrain. We need her for blood if Wraith needs to feed. And find us a doctor. You can adjust his memories afterward. Go!" Shade expected Roag to argue, and for a heartbeat Shade thought he might have gone too far. Roag was prickly, generally listening only to Eidolon. But maybe the two days of nonstop sex at the pub had taken the piss out of him, and he finally nod ded sharply and headed out.
    "Shade," Eidolon said quietly, as though he didn't want Wraith to hear too much, "can you get inside him and keep his blood moving while I try to mend