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let himself be taken in Cameron’s place a hundred and fifty years ago. But the Guardian of Love would be there for him. As a brother. As a Guardian. As the only freaking being on the planet that could ease some of the hell inside Jarvis—
    Jarvis suddenly noticed a sharp tingling in his palm. He looked down, then stiffened. There, at the very tip of his lifeline, was a tiny black star. The first signs of hate taking over his body.
    He clenched his fist and swore. Every Guardian was eventually destroyed by the hate. Fifty years was the usual life span, and he’d already gone a buck fifty. He wasn’t ready to die. But even his brother couldn’t stop this slide.
    Nigel narrowed his eyes suspiciously, as if he knew what Jarvis had seen on his palm. “How long do you have until you go insane and destroy the world if you don’t find your brother?”
    “I’ll be fine.” Jarvis unclenched his fist. Maybe it couldn’t be stopped, but he could slow that train down to a crawl. His brother could help him. Now that he was out of the Den, Jarvis had the liberty of going after Cameron, and it was clearly time to get on it. As soon as he had the Hotel’s occupants safely stashed in his place—
    “Lord Hate.” Damien’s eyes flashed. “You owe us now. Infect Rocco with hate so he can be happy again someday.”
    “Hell, are you blind? You don’t want me.” He grabbed his sword, letting the heat of the handle burn into the mark on his palm. “Take Rocco to my brother. The Guardian of Love can help the girl fall in love with him and—”
    “The Guardian of Love was indisposed,” Damien interrupted. “You were our second choice.”
    “Indisposed?” Jarvis stiffened. Cameron was so in love with his abilities that he never turned down a chance to show off. “What are you talking about?”
    “He informed us that he had abdicated,” Damien replied.
    Jarvis’s tainted palm began to burn. “What are you talking about? The Guardian of Love can’t abdicate.” That’s why there was a Guardian of that damned emotion, and that was why Jarvis had taken the hit for his brother two centuries ago. Because love needed to be protected. “Love needs constant attention or it dies .”
    Damien crouched beside Rocco and laid his pale hand on the boy’s cheek. “That appeared to be his plan. He had a bonfire flaming on the edge of the lake with blue flames spelling out the words ‘Death: I am ready.’”
    “Bloody hell.” What had happened to his brother while Jarvis had been incarcerated? Was it impossible for anyone to be safe without Jarvis there to protect them? Both Jarvis and the entire world were fucked if Cameron went AWOL. “Nigel! Take care of Pascal and the others.” He broke into a sprint for the door. “I gotta go find Cam.”

Chapter 3
     
    “Cameron!” Jarvis sprinted up the grassy hill toward the metal shack he’d called home nearly two hundred years ago. “Are you around?”
    There was no answer. Just his voice bouncing off the cliffs he and Cam had spent so many hours shimmying up when they were kids. An unfamiliar emotion swirled through Jarvis at the sight of the home where he’d last seen his family. The last place he’d been where anyone had touched him in kindness.
    Fuck that. He didn’t need to go there. He was a warrior, not a melodramatic pansy, no matter how hard Angelica had tried to turn him into one. He had his team, and that was all he needed.
    Jarvis bolted across the clearing to the shack and ripped the aluminum door off the hinges. Nothing inside but two cots and a pile of clothes in one corner. His dad’s guns were racked up on the west wall. And, of course, the framed letters of commendation for all the slippery bastards his bounty hunting dad had tracked down.
    Pride thickened his throat. Nice job, Pa.
    It was his dad who’d had Jarvis out on the shooting range at age two, who’d dropped Jarvis on his head from a height of twenty feet at age three, who’d taught him how to