“I will.” Tzader gave him another questioning look but nodded and left.
Quinn suddenly felt unclean, as though he needed a shower.
On the way to the bathroom, a female voice whispered from deep in his subconscious.Evalle is special . . . powerful . . . she is meant for greater things.
Ice pumped through his heart.
His mind was screwing with him, because that had been Kizira’s voice.
Dismissing the voice, he stepped into the bathroom and turned the shower hot enough to boil his skin red. When he dropped his robe he noticed a scrape across his shoulder. Now that his mind was returning to normal, he realized the skin on his back felt raw.
Why was that? He twisted his neck to look over his shoulder into the mirror.
Two sets of scratches raked his shoulders, as if . . .
Impossible. Even Tzader hadn’t been able to get past Quinn’s protective ward. Quinn hadn’t been with a woman in the past two weeks.
But the scratches awoke another image in his mind with brutal clarity.
Excruciating pain and pleasure twisted in a sexual dance of erotic torture.
A woman’s body stretched out beneath him, urging him on as he drove into her mindlessly. Her body had glowed softly in his dark room. Her milky shoulders tensed before she climaxed. Her face . . .No!
Kizira couldn’t have been here.
He’d have known if she had.
He clutched his head with cold and clammy hands. When he opened his eyes his gaze caught on a thin swish of pale color against the vanity.
The bracelet made of his braided hair lay on the dark brown granite.
What had he done?
What had he allowed Kizira to do to him?
What had he told her about Evalle?
Quinn smashed his fist into the wall. Rage and betrayal roared through him.
No one was safe as long as Kizira could access his mind.
That meant one of them had to die.
TWENTY-SEVEN
Lights disappeared in the tunnel, which only sharpened Evalle’s ability to see Tristan starting to shift into his beast.
The man seriously needed anger management.
She had to help him calm down. “Who is Petrina?”
“My sister!” Tristan raised his fists, shaking them at an empty tunnel where the soldier spirit had just vanished. He yelled,“You’re a dead bitch, Kizira!”
Evalle stood very still, anticipating any sudden change or attack. She didn’t want to end up a dead bitch, too.
Thunk . . . thunk, thunk.
She turned at the noise.
