“Maybe…” Týr smirked, tossing the lot into hismouth.
Shaking his head, Dagan rubbed his jaw as they headed up the alley, his mind back on Shae’s uncle. “Leamas Hale… There’s something about the human that bugsme.”
“Could be that he’s Shae’s guardian, not blood, and maybe because he’s young? You know, like that dumbass, Damon, who was Echo’s?” Týrdrawled.
“Not that young,” Dagan grunted. “It’s not just his excessive confidence…he’s too smooth. Hell. It would hurt Shae if she found out I don’t like theman.”
“Leamas. That’s a strange name. Leamaaas,” Týr dragged out the name. “L. E. A. M. A. S.,” he spelled slowly, eyes narrowing. “Motherfucker!” he snarled. “Leamas is Samael spelled backward. The bastard must have been laughing at us the whole time, being right under our noses. No wonder he was able to shield himself sowell.”
“Samael?” Dagan froze, feet nailed to the grimy asphalt. “Shae’suncle?” Just as fast, he yelled through their mind-link.Shae!
Nothing, just unendingsilence.
“She’s not answering my mind-link,” he gasped. Then he couldn’t breathe, feeling as if his strength had drained. Týr grabbed his biceps and shook him. “Dag—calm down, man. Gotta keep your shittogether!”
He shrugged Týr off. “I left her with him. I didn’t even know, and I met the fucker!” His fangs bared, his stomached roiled indread.
“Go. I’ll alert the others and see to the human.” Týrflashed.
Dagan dematerialized—except hecouldn’t.
An eerie sensation snaked around him, holding him in place, unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. Energy seeped into him. He stiffened.Whatthe—?
His thoughts scattered as a riptide hauled him into a vortex of impossiblepower.
