a shiver of awareness sluicing through her?
Then the content of his question registered. Frank
Marin wasdead.She’d left him alive. A bit battered,
but alive. “Don’t know anyone by the name of Marin,”
she said sullenly.
“Of course not.”
The silence stretched. She used the opportunity to
press her supernatural borders, to reach for Frank
Marin’s genetic signature, to use her bizarre bloodtracking abilities. She came up empty. There was only
a void where once there had been the current of life.
So it wasn’t a lie. Someonehadkilled Marin. And the
only thing she knew for certain was that it hadn’t been
her.
He tipped his head to the side and abruptly changed
tack. “Who killed my brother?”
“Can’t say. I never met your brother.” That much she
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could swear was true. She had a feeling that if she’d
met another Krayl, she’d remember.
“Can’t say, or won’t say?”
“What are you, five? I don’t know who killed your
brother.” The Setnakhts? The Asetian Guard? Any one
of the gods and demigods fighting for supremacy in the
Underworld?
His gaze came up and snagged hers. “Not particularly forthcoming, are you?”
“Can’t give you answers I don’t have.”
“Here’s the thing, Roxy.” He stroked his fingers
along her cheek, over the line of her jaw to her throat,
then he flattened his palm against her skin. She could
