Sin Undone

Con would never take that from her.

“Yes,” he lied, and wasn’t he getting good at that? “Not now… hungry. Later. You need… to trust me.” He squeezed her hand, hyperaware of her pulse under the pads of his fingers. “Mine…” She said something, but he didn’t know what. A mist of red washed out his vision, and his brain went too fully animal to think. All he knew after that was hunger and hatred. Con was a disaster. No matter what Eidolon did, the dhampire was growing more violent and weaker. Very little blood would stay down, and Eidolon was so desperate that he’d even tried feeding the guy Lore’s blood, hoping the similarity to Sin’s would have some sort of positive effect. Nothing.

Then, in a strange, trancelike moment of clarity, Con had told him about Sin’s new bond with Raynor and then asked him to take and store samples of everything, from blood to saliva to semen. Now Eidolon stood outside the door to Con’s room with Shade, Wraith, Gem, and Kynan, waiting for whatever Luc was doing inside to be done. Con had been tight-lipped about his reasons for the samples and seeing Luc, and Eidolon had to wonder if Con’s mind was starting to go.

Eidolon hoped not. Con swore he’d break the bond-gone-wrong with Sin, and that had better be true. As for the other bond, the one with the werewolf… Eidolon forced his anger to remain on a slow simmer until Wraith and Lore got some useful intel on the guy and the collar he’d used on Sin.

“Hey.” Speak of the demon, Lore rounded a corner, a stack of papers in his gloved hand. “Got some info on this Raynor cocksucker.”

Wraith cocked an eyebrow. “Did you use your assassin contacts?”

“And the Internet.” Lore grinned. “Seriously, I’m pretty sure the invention of cyberspace was the work of the devil.” Eidolon wouldn’t doubt that. “Where’s Sin?”

“She’s in the day care, helping Serena and Runa with the kids.”

The day care had been a new addition to the hospital—Serena’s idea. She and Runa spent so much time at UG that it made sense to create a safe place for the babies to play. Plus, it made life easier for the employees with kids. Serena helped out when she and Wraith weren’t off treasure hunting— or just hunting. Runa now ran it, and Idess helped out since she worked at the hospital anyway.

Eidolon still shook his head in amazement every time he walked into the day care to find Wraith or Shade cuddling and feeding the babies. Shade had always loved kids, but Wraith… E never thought he’d see the day that Wraith would be comfortable and happy with a fragile infant in his arms.

For Eidolon’s part, he couldn’t wait to get Tayla pregnant. His Seminus urges to reproduce with his mate were growing more intense, and Tay was finally starting to come around now that her twin sister, Gem, was sporting a baby bump. Just thinking about his mate growing heavy with his son made Eidolon restless, and Tayla was probably lucky she wasn’t here right now, or he’d have her against the wall, doing his best to make it happen.

Gem stopped playing with one of her black-and-blue braids to settle her hand on her belly. “Lore, what did you learn?” “That this guy is good at keeping his hands clean.” Lore handed the papers to Shade to pass around. “His photo is there, suspected residence, favorite hangouts. He owns an auto salvage yard in Pittsburgh that’s making a tidy profit. He’s got a lot of enemies, but they drop like flies. Nothing can be pinned on him, but his trail reeks of assassins.”

“And you would know,” Kynan muttered, but it was a good-natured ribbing, and Lore’s lips quirked up as he flipped off the human. They used to be bitter enemies, and though they weren’t exactly friends, they got along and actually sparred in UG’s gym from time to time.

Eidolon turned to Wraith, who was messing with his iPhone. “Have you learned anything more about the collar around Sin’s neck?”

“No,” he said, not looking up from the device. “The demons who made it are, like, legendary. I can’t find any proof that they even existed.”

“Well,” Gem said, “until a couple of days ago, we didn’t have proof that Feast wargs existed, either.” Yeah, that had been a total shocker. Luc and Kar were now staying at Shade and Runa’s New York house until Tayla and Kynan could get The Aegis death order against Kar called off. So far, doing so was a low priority—The Aegis and the military were still trying to decide if wiping out wargs was a desirable course of action, even though Eidolon’s vaccine had tested well and was being manufactured with the help of USAMRIID. Complicating matters was the fact that both paranormal agencies were scrambled by troubling developments, apparently unrelated to the warg virus, in the human world.

The Nile was running red, and though scientists had determined that the cause was red toxic algal bloom, they couldn’t explain how it happened overnight. Worse, the toxins were being spread by wind, and the normally mild effects on humans and animals—respiratory irritation—had become deadly. Naturally, thanks to the emergence of Sin Fever, The Aegis and R-XR were quick to blame demons on the new troubles, as well.

Shade crossed his arms over his chest. “So what you’re saying is that you don’t know how to remove the collar or release Sin from the warg’s bond.” “That’s what I’m saying,” Wraith grumbled. He hated not finding what he was looking for. Granted, he’d had only a couple of hours, but he wasn’t the most patient demon in the world, and with Sin’s freedom and, possibly, her life on the line, wraith was wound especially tight. “Tonight, Serena and I can snoop around the Horun region of Sheoul. Most of the legends regarding the Feast wargs and their creators originate there.”

The door to Con’s room opened, and Luc stepped out. “It’s done.” His voice was strangely raw. “Ah, what’s done?”

Luc stared at Eidolon, and he could have sworn that the warg’s eyes were a little bloodshot. His color was definitely mottled, a rare sign of emotion in the usually unflappable warg. “He didn’t tell you?” When E shook his head, Luc swore. “That f**k. He made me do it, E.”

Alarm clanged through Eidolon. “Do what?” He didn’t wait for Luc to answer, threw open the door, took three steps, and froze.

“Hell’s f**king rings.” Shade rushed to Con’s bed, his arm glowing, and Eidolon fired up his gift as well. “What the f**k did you do, Luc?”

“You can’t help him,” Luc said. “I broke his neck after I shoved the blade through his rib cage. I thought you knew.”

Eidolon shook with demonic fury as he rounded on the paramedic, and he knew his eyes had gone red. “Why did he do this, and damn you, why’d you help him?” “He said something about breaking a bond with Sin and keeping her safe. I owed him—I owe all of you—for saving my life. For saving Kar and the baby. So he asked me to do this, and I did.” Luc’s voice caught, just a slight tremor most wouldn’t notice. “He made me swear to take his body to his clan within the hour.”

“Oh my God.” Every head snapped around to Sin, who stood in the doorway, hand over her mouth and horror in her eyes. “He’s not… He can’t be…” Lore caught her in his arms as she broke into a high, keening wail of grief that sliced into Eidolon’s heart like a scalpel blade. His connection with his purebred brothers had always been strong, but he’d never had the same physical link with Lore or Sin. But for the first time, he felt Sin. Felt her pain.

And when he glanced at his brothers, he saw that they felt it, too. “Con!” Sin screamed his name over and over. Her throat hurt and her eyes felt like they were going to pop out of her head from the pressure of her shrieks, but all that mattered was getting to him. She jerked out of Lore’s arms and ran to Con’s side, her foot slipping in blood that had pooled on the floor. “No, Con, no!”

Dazed, terrified, and desperate, she grabbed Lore’s hand. “Bring him back!” She mashed Lore’s hand onto Con’s thigh. It was still warm. There was a chance. There was! “Do it.”

“I can’t, Sin.” Lore gently peeled her fingers off his. “The blade… It’s your Gargantua-bone dagger.”

Impossible. Her hand went automatically to the empty sheath at her thigh. Oh, God. That son of a bitch had lifted it off her somehow.

Luc cleared his throat. “He made me use it. Said that way Lore couldn’t bring him back. Something about the dagger having magical properties that would thwart Lore’s gift.”

Sin barely heard Luc’s explanation, barely heard anything but the silent screams in her ears. “You bastard!” She launched herself at Luc, but Shade caught her before she reached him. Still, the intent to harm Luc was there, and the Haven spell kicked in, making the writing on the walls pulse as pain ripped into her skull like claws shredding her brain. Agony blacked out her vision, and she hit the floor with a crack of kneecaps and a cry. Shade’s arms tightened around her. And then, through the pounding in her head, she sensed the others, Eidolon, Wraith, and Lore, ease onto the floor around her. Someone took her hand. Someone else palmed her shoulder. And then someone else… Wraith, she realized, tucked her head against his chest as her world shattered into a million pieces.

Twenty-six

For a thousand years, Con dreaded the three nights of the full moon that turned him into a creature feared by humans and demons alike. It wasn’t that he’d hated being the creature, or even that he hated the agony that accompanied the transformation—it was that he’d despised the thirty seconds of vulnerability that came with each change.

Now, as he opened his eyes to stare at the dark sky and rising moon, he offered a silent hello, because night was now his new best friend, and daytime was his enemy unless the ritual was completed. Instinctively, he took a breath, even though he didn’t need to. He put his hand over his heart, even though he knew it wouldn’t beat.