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Logan. That was the name of the child born to an ex-Aegi named Regan and the Horseman known as Death.

Shock stole her breath. And her energy. And her ability to think. Her hands grew clammy.

“Eva? Eva. You okay?”

“So much makes sense now,” she mumbled, more to herself than Maja. His fighting ability. The demon ex-girlfriend. His ability to catch the soul of her nightmare demon. The fact that he somehow got to Boston from Brussels pretty much instantly.

Yes, it made perfect sense.

But her feelings on the matter did not. As an Aegi, she should be angry, shocked, appalled, and sure, there was a little of that.

But as a woman who had spent time with him, she couldn’t help but be a little curious about what a man like that would be like in bed.

Chapter Nineteen

“Anyone got anything? Anything at all?”

Logan sat in one of DART’s conference rooms with a handful of his colleagues, his gut churning with worry over Draven. It had now been fourteen hours since the shooting and Draven’s disappearance, and no one at DART had come up with a single lead.

Seated at the far end of the twenty-seater table, Blade shook his head, flinging bits of bone, flesh, and scales from his dark hair. No doubt he had an interesting story to share.

“We got nothin’. We hit every one of Draven’s favorite haunts. As far as we can tell, he hasn’t even been back to his apartment.”

“Yeah, I went by there too,” Logan said. “It was crammed with boxes. I knew Shanea was moving in, but I didn’t realize she was basically already living there.”

That had been a punch to the gut. Shan and Draven should be unpacking boxes, arguing over where her gaudy pink lamp should go, and then making up for hours on the frilly comforter she’d put on the bed.

“Fuck those Aegi,” Mace growled, his clothing flecked with the same gore Blade sported. “They’re getting what they deserve.”

“Has anyone talked to Draven’s parents?” Scotty kicked her boot up on the chair next to her and scowled at the bloodstains on her jeans. She, Mace, and Blade must have been in one hell of a fight. “Do they know what’s going on?”

Logan scrubbed his hand over his face, but he couldn’t scour away the memory of talking to Draven’s mom and dad. “I went to their place to tell them.”

“Shit,” Mace breathed. “That must have been hard.”

“They’re devastated.”

Thinking Logan had come for a social visit, Draven’s folks had been thrilled to see him. Offered tea and cookies. He and Draven had been connected at the hip since they were kids, and Logan was like a second son to them. Draven’s mom had screamed and collapsed when he told them the news, and his father had been on the verge of joining his son in a murderous rampage.

It had taken Logan an hour to talk Martin down, and if not for the fact that Draven could still potentially be saved, the guy might have gone full vengeance demon.

“But this can be reversed, right? Their species has some sort of ritual they can do to stop the transformation if it hasn’t been completed, yes?” Scotty played with the end of her braid. Her long, red hair had mostly come out of the bands that held it, and she was only making it worse. “As long as he doesn’t kill everyone he’s after.”

“Sure,” Logan said. “But it’s not easy. And the closer he gets to the complete transformation, the more of him will be lost, even if his parentscanreverse it.”

“We’ll get him, Logan.” Scotty leaned across an empty chair and punched him in the shoulder. “We won’t let you or his parents lose him.”

“Thanks, cuz.” He punched her back. They’d done the routine for as long as he could remember. It was silly, but ever since she was two and he was six, she’d toddled around behind him, just dying to get in a punch every time she saw him. It was a thing now. If she stopped, he’d miss it.

He knew because Chaos used to climb Logan like a tree at least once every time they were together. Logan was a teen for most of the kid’s short life, and he’d been annoyed.

Now, he’d give anything to be bothered like that again.

“Dude,” Mace said. “We done for now? I gotta shower. I’m covered in Blighter guts.”

“Same,” Scotty said.

“Bastards led us down a rabbit hole looking for Draven,” Blade said. “They hadn’t seen him in months, but they thought it would be funny to lie and say they saw him at an evisceration club in New Oubliette.”

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