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“Who?” Remy asks innocently.
I’d believe he lost this memory if I weren’t dug into his thoughts. The crazed vampiresparkleswith delighted malice.
“Remy.” I grab his chin. “What did you do to Vhex?”
CHAPTER12
VHEX
Fire.
Hurts.
Fucking.
Bat.
Need Guide.
My Guide.
Where?
Fuck.
It burns.
CHAPTER13
IRIS
I rush to get dressed.If Cherise’s people hadn’t dropped off fresh clothes, I’d have to run a rescue mission in my robe.
The half-caped Guide uniform is almost the same as the one the Sentinels wear. Ours is whiter than their black, with a hood that I struggle to get my head through when my vampire-sex hair is flowing everywhere.
It snags on the buttons and flashy hardware.
“Let me.” Remy reaches for the strand caught on a shield emblem. Instead of gently pulling the hair free, he pinches his claws and clips the entire piece.
While I gape at the sawed-off chunk, he unwinds the tangle, then tucks the severed lock into his pocket with an infuriating smirk. “Isn’t that better?”
“When we get back, I’m giving you a bowl cut.” I take one of the glaives balanced on the weapon rack, then I grab Remy’s shirt. “Take me to Vhex.”
“I don’t seem to recall?—”
“Remington Azrid.” I push the order through the Farguard badge I just pinned to my shirt. “Cut the bullshit. I know you can shadow-walk and I know you know where to find Vhex. Take me to him.Now.”
“Or else?” Remy asks teasingly.
Pissed, I pull back the silks that can’t help curling around him. When they’re gone, Remy’s shadows ripple in acome heremotion, begging them to return.
I grit my teeth, rejecting the advance. “Or else I reverse-Guide you until your head explodes.”
“I wouldn’t like that very much.”
“Then you’d better learn to listen.”
Remy sighs. “What could you possibly see in that devil?”
