sharp nod, he finished, “No, I’m not in it with him.”
Hope flickered to life in her eyes. “You here to free
me?”
“Free you?” He almost laughed. “No.” If she were
looking for a savior, she was in for disappointment. No
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one was coming. No one but him. Which was unfortunate for her.
At his answer, her cheeks paled, but her chin kicked
up a little higher. “You gonna kill me, then?” Her eyes
narrowed. “’Cause if y’are, get in line. I think the asshole who tied me up will call dibs.”
Not tonight, he wouldn’t. Dagan had no intention of
letting the bastard touch her.
The second the thought formed, he ground it to dust
beneath his boot. He wasn’t here to protect this oddly
alluring girl. He was here to kill and take what he
needed—a darksoul to feed Sutekh’s power.
But not from her. Her soul was bright as a xenon arc
lamp. Sutekh would cough it up like a hairball.
“This isn’t your night to die.”
“Real talk?” She tipped her head and thrust one
shoulder back in a cocky pose. Almost made him believe it. More bravado. And still no tears.
Interesting.
“Real talk?” he echoed, floundering. Then he realized she was asking if he was telling the truth. “I’m
not here for you. I came for a darksoul.”
She frowned at the term but didn’t ask for an explanation. She had other things on her mind. “Good for
you. Maybe you could help me with this little inconvenience first?” Her voice dripped sarcasm. Jerking her
bound hands up, she separated them by the quarter
inch the rope allowed and winced as it rubbed her already chaffed skin. “You got a knife?”
As he stared at the red, inflamed marks that braceletted her wrists, something odd and unfamiliar raised
