He remembered her guts and grit. Her smart mouth.
In the years since, long periods had passed where
he didn’t allow himself to think of her at all.
Interspersed with short periods where he did.
This moment was one of them.
You stay away from the Otherkin. Anyone with the
mark of Aset.He’d paused in the doorway and spoken
without looking back.
Aset?
He’d glanced at her over his shoulder then, wanting
to see her expression, to judge it for guile. She was sitting between the corpses, wrapped in his jacket, clutching it closed.That symbol on your necklace. It’s an
ankh, yeah, but it has wings and horns. That makes
it…special. You see anyone with that mark cut in their
skin, an ankh with wings and horns, you run. As fast
and as far as you can. You trust me on that.
Why should I run?A breathless whisper.
Because if they catch you, they’ll keep you. And
that’d make you my enemy. You want me for an enemy,
little girl?
He’d warned her off the Daughters of Aset. He’d figured she’d be smart enough to listen.
What were the odds she was in any way connected
to any of this? To Lokan’s murder?
Next to impossible.
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But nearly three hundred years of existence had
taught him not to trust coincidence, and the dark mark
was turning up in too many places to ignore.
“You tell Da’?” Alastor asked.
Dagan’s head jerked up. His tension eased only when
