Page 104 of Twilight Destiny

“Kill her now,” Paul murmured. Leaving the bathroom, he took a pillow from his bed, walked down the hall to where his baby daughter slept, and leaned over the crib …

What was he doing? With a sob of despair, he hurled the pillow across the room and fled the house.

Kincaid sat in the living room of Blair House, his thoughts on Rosa. He could hear her humming softly as she cleaned up the kitchen after dinner. He wasn’t looking forward to speaking to her father, had no idea what he would do if Ravenwood refused to give them his blessing. If her father said no, would Rosa change her mind?

He was trying to mentally compose what to say when he heard Izabela’s voice in his mind.

The necromancer’s body is dead but his spirit lives on.

What the hell? Reaching for his cell phone, he called the witch.

She answered immediately. “Be careful, Kincaid. My spell killed Luca’s body but somehow his spirit escaped.”

“How is that even possible?”

“He is very old and very powerful, with an incredibly strong will to survive. I have heard of such a thing only once before, a very long time ago, in Egypt.”

“Where is his spirit now?”

“I don’t know. Most likely he transferred to someone else who was in the room.”

Kincaid frowned. “I was there. Rosa. Rhinehart. And Saintcrow.”

“The mortal male is the weakest and therefore the most likely vessel. Be careful of him.”

“Yeah. Thanks for the warning.”

“It will cost you,” she said, a smile in her voice.

“I’ll make a deposit next time I’m in New Orleans.”

There was no humor in her voice when she said, “See that you do.”

“Any ideas on how to separate Luca from Rhinehart?”

“Not at the moment.”

“If we kill Rhinehart, will Luca die with him?”

“Possibly. But if he had the power to leave his own body, it should not be difficult for him to leave Rhinehart’s for another.”

Kincaid muttered an oath.

“I shall look in my grimoire and see if I can find anything that might be of help,” Izabela said, and ended the call.

Kincaid stared into the hearth. Damn. If he killed the hunter, would the witch just hop into someone else’s body? Maybe his own, he thought darkly. Was there no way to kill Luca? No way to send his black soul to hell without harming Rhinehart?

Shit! Was this never going to end?

He stared at his phone, then punched in Saintcrow’s number.

The master vampire answered as though he had been expecting his call. “I know,” he said. “The witch sent her thoughts to me while she was talking to you.”

Kincaid huffed a sigh. “What the hell do we do now?”

“Beats the hell out of me. Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Who were you talking to?” Rosa asked as she settled on the sofa beside Jake.

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