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Focusing his power, throwing every bit of strength into it, Cassiel fought against his body as it moved against his will. The hand that reached for the drawer slowed but didn't stop.

No. His fingers fumbled with the latch of the drawer.

“Get out of here,” Cassiel ordered Winston. Kellos had attacked his sister, tried to kill her. He hadn’t managed to do it, of course, weak as he was. But Cassiel wasn’t weak.

And he…

“Get my son,” Cassiel gasped, fighting with everything inside him as the voice filled his mind, as his hand pushed papers aside and his fingers grazed the silver-handled razor. “Get Callum as far away from here as you can.Now.”

Kill them all.

Every leech you can find.

The voice was loud enough he barely heard Winston as the human fled, barely heard him shouting for help in the hallway. All he knew was that voice, that horrible voice disguised as his own, shouting through every cell in his brain. All he knew was the urge tokill, kill, kill.

Cassiel had lived through centuries. He knew this world, knew theworld that existed before it. He had lived through monarchs and democracies, through revolution and strife. He had lived on this Earth a long, long time. And he would leave it on his own terms.

He wouldn’t let them use him. He wouldn’t let them hurt his son.

Callum. Sweet, gentle Callum. Callum, who’d inherited Delilah’s smile. He could almost convince himself Delilah was still here when he saw that smile.

The metal handle was cold in his palm as Cassiel held the razor.

Kill, that voice in his head mimicking his own demanded.

He would. He would answer that command. But on his own damned terms.

Flipping the blade open, Cassiel placed the razor to his own throat and fought against the voice as hard as he could topush.

Chapter 48

FEY

The sound of a ringing phone pulled Fey from a gentle sleep and thrust her into consciousness.

She groaned, attempting to stretch. Her muscles were wonderfully sore after her night with Jasper and Alastair, and it felt so good to stretch out under the soft, cool sheets of Alastair’s bed.

But the moment she moved, an arm wrapped around her waist, and with a gasp of shock, she found herself being pulled flush against a warm, hard body.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” Jasper murmured against her neck, folding her against his body. Somewhere, that phone continued to ring.

She opened her mouth to tell him to fuck off, but Jasper’s tongue slid over the juncture of her neck and shoulder and her curse turned to a soft moan.

“Who the fuck is calling me at this time of day?” Alastair asked from the other side of the bed. The mattress shifted as he stood to pull on a pair of slacks and stalk toward the dresser where his phone sat.

“Let it ring,” Jasper called out, briefly glancing over at Alastair before burying his face back into Fey’s neck.

“Jasper,” she protested, struggling against him, to no avail. “Get away, you’re sticky,” she complained.

Jasper nuzzled into her even harder. “So are you.” His teeth grazed across her skin. “Let’s drag Alastair into the shower, hm? Get all nice and clean so we can get dirty again.”

Goddess, the way his breath tickled her skin, and the way his canines barely whispered over her skin… Fey wriggled against him, breath hitching.

“After,” she whispered, rolling in his grasp to face him. She took his face in her hands, grinning before lowering her mouth to his.

Jasper’s answering moan was full of encouragement.

“What?” Alastair spoke angrily into the phone. A moment passed, and he went still, body frozen. His face showed nothing, no emotion at all, as someone on the other end of the phone spoke. Fey couldn’t hear who was on the other end, or what they were saying, but Jasper could.

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