much she could use. Just a possible link to the Setnakhts, and a name:Krayl.
Premonition skittered up her spine.
Dagan Krayl had left her in a room he’d turned into
a slaughterhouse.
Left her alive, with a stack of bills and a dire warning
not to make herself his enemy, not to ally with the
Daughters of Aset. And damn if she hadn’t gone and
done exactly that. Wasn’t she the queen of good
choices?
But he’d left her to become the creature he’d made
her. Without an instruction manual.
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So she owed him. Yeah, sheowedhim.
And if he wasn’t the reaper who’d been butchered
and skinned, she meant to honor her debt.
CHAPTER SIX
I have come against that enemy of mine,
And he is given over to me
He is finished and silent…
—Egyptian Book of the Dead, Chapter 65
St. Louis, Missouri
ALASTOR REACHED FOR THE BOX of photos then stepped
to the corner, blending with the shadows. Dagan shot
him a questioning look, but his brother just shrugged,
silently slipped the top off the box and started flipping
through the collection.
There was no time to wonder what he was about.
Dagan watched the doorway, waiting for his prey to
step into view. Medium-size guy. Sharp features.
