Suddenly a familiar tingle went down his spine and danced along his neck, alerting him that there was a Daimon on the premises.
Urian scanned the semicrowded bar, looking for his friend.
He saw a flash of white-blond hair in the far corner and headed for it.
It wasn’t until he was within sight that he realized it wasn’t Davyn. This was a woman and when she turned toward him, he felt like someone had sucker-punched him.
No, it couldn’t …
It wasn’t possible.
“Tannis?”
The woman frowned at him as if the name and his face meant nothing to her.
But to him that name had meant everything.
Time froze as he was taken back to the day hislittlesister had died. Little not because she was younger, but because compared to them, she was so tiny and fragile. One to be protected at all cost.
Unlike him and his brothers, she’d been too gentle and kind to take a human life in order to live.
And so she’d withered away into dust on her twenty-seventh birthday. The pain of her decay had caused her to scream until her throat had bled. And still she’d had no peace. No mercy. It had been the most agonizing death imaginable.
One given to her by her own grandfather’s curse. After they’d scooped up her remains and buried them years later, they never spoke her name out loud again.
But Urian remembered. How could he ever forget the tiny woman he’d protected and championed? The one he’d killed to protect?
But this wasn’t Tannis.
She’s dead.He’d seen her decay into dust with his own eyes. Yet this woman was a complete physical copy of her, except for the way she moved. While Tannis had been hesitant and dainty, this woman was sure and determined. Fluid. She moved like a warrior ready to kill. She had a self-assurance his own sister had lacked.
Before he could think better of it, he closed the distance between them.
Medea turned as a shadow fell over her. Expecting it to be her informant, she was stunned when she looked into the face of her father.
But this man was different. Instead of her father’s short dyed black hair, his was long and snow white, pulled back into a ponytail.
Still, there was no denying the similarity of their features. This was her father’s doppelganger.
“Who are you?” they asked simultaneously.
Medea hesitated when he didn’t answer right away. Why was he being reserved when it was obvious he was a relative she hadn’t met? Maybe a cousin even her father didn’t know about?
Curiosity got the better of her so she answered first.
“I’m Medea.”
“Medea …” He seemed perplexed by her name.
“I’m Urian.”
Urian.
She gasped at the name of her mysterious half brother, whom she’d heard about but never expected to meet. He was now a servant of Acheron. Enemy to all of them after he’d betrayed her father.
“Filthy traitor!” she spat.
He didn’t take that well as he gripped her arm and yanked her toward him. “Who are you?”
