Not a lovesick fool who almost murdered a human tonight.
A leader.
“Full security protocols. Hex, I want surveillance on every entry point. Hades…” I glance at the necromancer. “Start pulling death records. Find out how many humans Viktor’s turned. We need numbers.”
“Already on it,” Hades says calmly. “Seventeen confirmed. Maybe more.”
Seventeen.
Fuck.
“Grizz, Reyna, prep for war. Because if the Crows come, they won’t come to talk.”
“And if they come for you?” Rogue asks quietly.
I meet his eyes. “Then they come for all of us.”
Because that’s what family means in the Eternal Sins MC. You don’t abandon your own, even when they are monsters, even when they deserve what’s coming.
The club mobilizes, each member moving to their assigned roles with practiced precision. But as I watch them prepare for a war that might destroy everything we’ve built, all I can think about is Sloane.
Her glowing hands.
Her frightened eyes.
The way she pulled back from me at the exact moment I would have killed her.
Whatever she is, she’s waking up.
And when the Coven of Crows arrives, and theywillarrive, they’re going to want to know what I’ve been doing with a human whose blood burns like old magic.
I just hope we all survive long enough for me to find out.
Chapter Eight
SLOANE
The Next Night
The parking garage reeks of exhaust and stale urine, familiar in the worst way. After twelve hours on my feet, another endless shift in the emergency room where I couldn’t save everyone who came through those doors, all I want is to collapse into bed and pretend the world doesn’t exist for six hours.
My scrubs are stiff with dried blood that isn’t mine, my feet ache, and my head pounds with the kind of exhaustion that goes bone deep.
I just want to go home.
My car sits three levels down in the hospital’s employee garage, and I’m halfway there when the lights flicker.
Once.
Twice.
Then they go out completely.
Emergency lighting kicks in a second later, casting everything in sickly yellow that makes shadows stretch and twist into shapes that shouldn’t exist. My pulse kicks up, adrenaline cutting through the fog of exhaustion.
It’s just a power issue. Happens all the time.
Except this isn’t just a power issue.
