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“You’re twisted, and your boyfriend is a skeeve,” said Mina. “You want to unleash some ultimate evil to do what? Make the not-bad supernaturals look bad?”

Helen laughed. “No. To help kill them. There are others like Dragos. Others will align with him and bring the falsely saved supernaturals to their knees. Everything will go back to the way it was in the glory days. In a time when evil knew its place and hunters killed without having to stop and ask if the target was friend or foe.”

“You do realize you’re doing the very thing you claim to hate—working with a demon,” I stated clearly. “I get your end goal is some warped version of good versus evil, but getting there means you’re doing what you’re blaming everyone else of doing. Consorting with the enemy.”

She shrugged. “It has to be. It’s for the greater good.”

I flinched. “So the enemy of my enemy is my friend?”

Helen’s eyes gleamed with wickedness. “Exactly.”

“Come, hurry,” said Naked-Guy.

Helen stared past us. “Why are you pretending to care? You’ve done your part. You helped get them here, to the cave for the sacrifice, as was the plan. Your master will be free soon. Isn’t that what all of you wanted?”

“Dragos is where he should be,” said Naked-Guy.

“You were with us on this before,” said Helen.

Naked-Guy was quiet.

“He speaks with our master mentally,” said Raven-Hair. “Our master and the other hold great sway over the Dark One.”

“What other one?” demanded Helen, her expression growing dark. “And you swore to me you could stand against your master’s push.”

“I am his master,” said a heavily accented male voice from the darkness.

“No,” said Naked-Guy, his voice sounded labored. “Not anymore.”

“Wolf, you overstep,” warned the creepy voice from the darkness. “Do not test me, or I shall remind you who your true master is.”

I took a step back.

Mina, in turn, stepped toward the disembodied voice, not away from it. That also put her closer to Lester and Helen.

“Show yourself,” she demanded.

ChapterFourteen

Willa

I staredat Mina like she was nuts. The thing sounded scary enough. I didn’t need to see it too. I was sold. It was a big baddie. No additional confirmation was needed on my part. Besides, the busty sisters and the naked guy behind us were staying back from the thing in the cave. That spoke volumes—knowing the scary things were scared of something. I didn’t think that something was Lester or Helen.

Mina lifted her head, jutting out her chin, her defiant streak showing. She grabbed for the stake on her leg-sheath.

“Mina,” I said, desperately wanting her to back down.

“Willa,” she returned, her voice as strong as her iron will.

Whatever was in the cave with us laughed again, sounding even more diabolical than before. I hadn’t been aware that was even possible.

“Wilhelmina,” it said. “Did you not learn from our last encounter?”

Mina and I shared a questioning look. Last encounter? We’d never run up against anything like this before. Plus, he’d gotten our names muddled and mixed into one—exactly like the woman we’d been named after.

I tensed as snippets of Stoker’s novel entered my mind again. I jerked hard on Mina’s arm. “He thinks we’re her.”

“Her?” asked Mina.

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