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If it was anyone else she would have said he started. But she knew it would take someone far more skilled to sneak up on her husband. Hed been deep in his own thoughts, that was all. The guards always shared information. It was in their interest if they were to keep everyone safe. They needed to stay on top of everything and her somewhat erratic brother was his own worst enemy. Or perhaps hers. The darkness gleamed, no longer frightening, no longer evil. It was beautiful. Shan reached out, ran his hand over their skin, his own so pale in comparison, and where he touched the colour changed to a deep blue. He painted whorls and spirals on their bodies and they laughed with the joy of it, touching him in return, marking him with similarly beautiful patterns. Changing him as they changed them. But he never reached her. Someone tore Gracen away from her. Not Shan. It struck her like a bucket of ice-water. It wasnt Shan. There was no wolf. The Seer dropped like a discarded rag at their feel and Jeren, drenched in sweat, tingling all over with raw power, slumped into Indarins arms. A small, sly thought slinks around inside his head like a cat in a locked room. What if this is it? What if this is the story? What if Violet is about to hand him a second chance? There could be something to this, couldnt there? Three girls from an apparently posh school, wondering off to God knew where. And Pickle had said only two came back – that rumours persisted about the third girl ending up at the bottom of the lake. Written well, it could even carry a whiff of the occult, couldnt it? A small rural community closing ranks? He can almost see it. Can see the accompanying documentary and the mornings spent on breakfast TV with one of his grateful interviewees, spewing superlatives about how he exposed the truth, and helped a troubled soul find peace. His thoughts turned to Dakota Dale.What would life be like without that excitement? Without any emotion at all? It wouldnt be worth living. To save my partner. I didnt stop to explain as I ran through my fire training in my mind.The door is closed, so I should be safe in breaking the window as long as I get in and out fast. Salyer had made a mistake. We had made most of Maxs rooms fireproof. Only the wood around the door and the ceiling would burn, but that would be enough to kill Max from smoke inhalation. I exited the house, having stopped only long enough to grab a fire extinguisher and turn the bottom lock so the door would lock behind me. The streetlights cast a comforting glow through the narrow entrance, and people still hurried past, their breaths fogging before their faces. They all ignored the figure standing between the buildings, long arms bridging the gap, silhouetted against the well-lit street. Im not afraid of him anymore, Max. Oh, fuck you! Fuck you! If thats so, its true for all of us. Yes. Well dont let me keep you, Jeren replied and turned aside to face Indarin. Mr Rideal hasnt been able to tell me very much about his actual duties, says Eve. Did I understand correctly – hes like a sort of guidance counsellor here too? Is that right? I dont know the phrase. Its Hungarian, says Rowan, surprising himself. The god of death. A very powerful figure in Shamanism. Where was he? Jeren struggled forwards, trying to move quickly while still allowing her eyes to adjust, to improve. Gilliad laughed, the sound drawing her on, pulling her after him. She cursed under her breath and kept going, pushing herself harder, faster. She had to find him. She had to stop him before— I closed the gate as the sky turned dark.We should get back before the storm hits. She laughed, a chuckle that rippled out of her and into him.That can be arranged, my love. I think youre an addiction. One I do not want to be rid of. Not so dead as all that..