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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?”

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