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“No, Dinah. The time for me to fill that naughty cunt is not now. I will not fucking reward you for almost getting yourself killed.”

I pout and roll my eyes at him. “What changed, Nightstar?” His playful expression melts off his face, and we are right back to the exasperated look.

“Gabriel.” A huge sigh leaves my lips, making my chest and back ache as I turn away from him and stare out the front windshield. “I remembered the way they behaved at the funeral. That they might have been responsible for his death. One moment, I was holding the blade, and the next, it was flying through the air at his head.”

Admitting my loss of control to Sammy is a hard pill to swallow. I pride myself on always controlling myself in my hunting and killing. I never let the rage consume me entirely. Never forget my end goal: to rid the world of the Brotherhood.

His hand reaches out, smoothes over my tangled hair, and then his fingers grace my cheek. “You’re only human, Dinah. A little psychotic, very much damaged, but still human.”

My eyes close at the feel of his soft touch that brings me immediate comfort; this man is my everything. My whole world now that I have no other family left. How could I have been so reckless and stupid?

I exposed myself to danger. I exposed him to risk. Letting Zeke live is perilous. He now knows there are two of us out here hunting the Brotherhood, and I’m sure if the bastard has awakened from the beating we gave him, he has figured out that I am a woman.

How long before he puts all the pieces together? How long before he realizes that the girl who used to be his ‘Snow’ tried to murder him tonight?

“They will be coming for us now, Sammy. Zeke is a lot of things, but he isn’t stupid.”

He diverts his gaze from me, and within his eyes, I see an abyss of shadows that darkens the midnight hue until it almost appears black. I observe him clutching the steering wheel with a grip so unyielding that his knuckles whiten, and the leather protests with creaks beneath his fingers.

“I know, Dinah,” he murmurs, voice edged with intensity. “I only pray that when the moment arrives, you’ll make the choice to end him or allow me to. You’re the only thing that truly matters to me. I refuse to lose you.”

Chapter 19

The Liar

Abe

Aswedrivealongthe deserted highway towards the house Dinah has been kept captive at for the last few years, all of the information I know about the‘Unholy Ghost’rolls around in my mind. There has never been any evidence of break-ins. The Brotherhood has never been able to figure out how theGhostgets so close to his victims.

No, not his; theGhostis a her.My Atasi.The little blue-eyed hellion with the big attitude. The one who used to have me wrapped around her little finger when we were younger. My little blue flower is now a killer. One who has taken many men’s lives, and has threatened both Zeke and me.

How was she getting in and out undetected? Could she have been using the fact that she was a woman to her advantage all this time? No one would have seen her as a threat. As a Sacred Daughter, she could have approached any of these houses without raising much of an eyebrow, especially if she was accompanied correctly. Would they have just let her walk right in? Not realizing that they were letting in their own killer?Fuck.

I glance over at Zeke from the corner of my eye and watch as he continues to grit his teeth. His jaw is tight, and his face is pale and sweating. The idiot for sure has a concussion, and the driving, and bright morning sunlight coming over the horizon, isn’t doing him any favors. We should have waited a few days for him to recover before going after her.

“Zeke, man, we should turn back. You’re looking a little green.” I take my eyes off the road and catch the angry scowl he sends my way.

“We can’t. We have to go after her now. They are going to run, Abe. She’s not dumb, and neither is that guard. They have to know that I would figure it out if I survived. That I would realize that the‘Ghost’was a woman. That I would recognize Snow’s distinctive eyes.”

Shit, I know in my gut he’s right. I refuse to admit it out loud, though. Nope, the fucker already has the fact that he unraveled who the‘Unholy Ghost’is over my head. I refuse to give him any more to gloat over. “Where the fuck are they going to run to? The minute she goes missing, the Brotherhood will be looking for them. She’s a valuable Sacred Daughter.”

“Underground, maybe? I suspect they must be getting help from the rebels. For all we know, they are part of the rebellion.” I watch as he rubs at his head and shifts uncomfortably in his seat. My little Atasi got him good with her blade. A smirk almost graces my face before I remember how Zeke looked, lying on the ground, bleeding near the cliff’s edge.

What would I have done if I found him dead? Would I have been able to survive losing him too? When I lost Gabriel, a massive part of my heart and sanity went with him. What if I lost the only person still keeping me grounded to this world? What if Atasi had taken Zeke from me?

Would I be able to continue living? Would I have thrown myself off that cliff to join Zeke and Gabriel in the next life? What about Dinah? Would I have left her here, despite my promises to Gabriel to keep her safe? So many questions are circling in my mind simultaneously, that the three-hour drive to Dinah’s seems to pass in the blink of an eye.

I look over at Zeke and see that, at some point, the fucker has fallen asleep. His head is pressed against the window, and a look of pain is clearly etched across his features. He’s in no shape to do this right now, but there is no way he will back down. He’s right, of course, Dinah and that cunt guard will run. They would be stupid not to. It’s just a matter of time.

I’m not even sure they are still going to be here. They’ve had a few hours head start on us. I’m not even sure how long Zeke was lying there in a pool of his own blood before I found him. Then he was out for two hours as the doctor tended to his wounds. What are we going to do if she’s not here?

I pull to the side of the road a mile down from Dinah’s. There’s nothing around here but thick trees. No other house in sight for the last couple of miles. This must be how they are coming and going without detection. There’s no one around to keep track of them.

A thought enters my mind. What about the tracker every Sacred Daughter and Sacred Wife has implanted? The Brotherhood keeps track of all its valuable women. How did they circumvent the Order’s system? Maybe Zeke is right, and they are getting help from the rebels. I’ve heard of a few Sacred Daughters being able to run off without being tracked, and escaping their fate.

However they were doing it no longer matters. All that matters now is that we know it’s Dinah, and we have to somehow keep that psycho bitch safe. Not only from the Order but perhaps safe from herself. What if she won’t stop trying to kill members of the Brotherhood? What if she really is insane?

“Fuck, this shit sucks ass,” I mumble as I slowly shake Zeke awake. “Morning, sunshine. We’re down the road from where Dinah and that asshole are staying. Time to rise and shine, motherfucker.”

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