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It was a good question, and one for which she had no answer. But she had to try. Part I He called me his mate, didnt he? Karen frowned.Something wrong? And in a moment Shan would return to the camp, unaware of the confrontation taking place. He would walk right between them. Its going to kill her. So beautiful against that snowy-white background. He laughed softly. Its the color of my rage. His eyes darkened as the knife continued its trail down my abdomen. “You made me angry, Dakota. You shouldnt have done that.” Jeren gave a brief snort at that answer. Perhaps she thought him evasive. Well, few Holters could easily understand it. Ariah was Ariah. You did things for her not because she commanded, but because she asked. A subtle difference, but an important one. Part of her wanted to hit him. But the Feyna worked by different rules, a different system of honour, than the Holters. She never got used to it. Which didnt make it any easier. What choice did he have? There was no other way now. Jeren… A predator. Moving from place to pace, camp to camp, following the stars and working his way around some old route made up of laylines and forgotten permissive paths. He finds the people who are vulnerable; replaceable. Charms them into believing he can help them. Drugs them, takes them. Those that have come back are never the same. Whatever he spikes them with, they see things nobody should have to see. One poor girl I met near Salisbury, shes not much more than an animal after what he did. Just sits with her crayons and draws these terrible stick-men. Theyre like cave paintings: all these frightened people fleeing this thing with the face of a pig. Shell shakes his head, angry with himself for never having pushed harder.He spoke about one of the kids whod stayed with him, he says, screwing up his eyes in concentration. “Somebody who needed to find the lost pieces of himself. Thats what he said, and I know that sounds like nonsense but youve got to remember that’s how he talked. It was like beingpals with a wizard sometimes, it really was. He just said that he should never have taken him through. Max stared at the hand.Shes gonna hate me. Samara grinned, her finger still tight around her last move. She lifted the shot glass from the board, almost toasting the spectre that sat before her. 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. What are you trying to do? Maim her for it? Organize first. I started a pot of coffee, gathered notepads and pencils, took a final trip to the bathroom, then pulled the first file from the box. Id organized my files by the victims first names. They werent just dead people to me. They were sisters who had suffered the same painand humiliation at the hands of a madman that I’d gone through. I placed the file on the small dinette table then poured a cup of coffee and took my seat. Okay, Donna, talk to me. Do you want to see? he asks. All of you. He turns gimlet eyes on Violet. “I would dearly love to help you find your path, as I have found mine. I am a healer. A guide.” She started forwards, Felans blade like an iron weight in her hand. It hadnt been made for killing her own family, for killing those she loved. But it had to. She had to. And not for herself alone. For all the others. For all those she had allowed to die, allowed to fall beneath the shadow. For Shan. So he wouldnt have to..