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“Clean?” Waverly asked.

“Clean from the evil,” Viktor answered. “In Hell, you lose track of space and time. But the evil, it can stick with you.”

“Demons are sneaky fuckers.” Greyson blew out a breath. “Ah shite. Well, we’ve got to see her anyway. She’ll know.”

“We could go to Samantha,” Viktor suggested. “She’s also a priestess.”

“Ilsbeth has knowledge of the old ways. If something’s going down, she’s going to know. She always knows,” Greyson said.

“Well, up until recently, her brain was scrambled like eggs. A whole different person, in fact. But alas, the bitch is back.” Viktor snapped his fingers. “Always lands on her feet. Just like her cat.”

“It’s why I can’t refuse her.” Greyson laughed.

“You’re asking for trouble, bro. It’s been hundreds of years from when you first got with her. She’s not who you remember. She rolls with the demons,” Viktor warned.

“So, she likes a little adventure every now and then. She lives for the moment. Enjoys a rush. She’s one sweet ass daredevil.” He chuckled.

“Dude. There’s nothin’ sweet about her,” Rafe told him. “She nearly killed Dimitri. Bitch couldn’t keep the big D, so she damn castrated his wolf. That’s cold, man.”

“She’ll have your fangs if you get with her,” Viktor warned. “She may be refreshed but she’s still dangerous as a rattlesnake.”

“It’s true. She collects shit. She’s got Alpha fur,” Rafe told him.

“And she’s a witch?” Waverly asked in disbelief.

“She’s a smokin’ hot witch, is what she is. And that was before Hell,” Greyson joked.

“This isn’t a good time to play with fire. Besides I’ve got someone else in mind who owes me a favor,” Viktor told them.

“Who?” Waverly asked.

“He’s just a guy,” Viktor hedged, aware that his brother wouldn’t be happy with his suggestion.

“A warlock?” she guessed.

“No, he’s got experience with spells though.”

“We should see a fae. Kellen,” Greyson suggested.

“Nah, I’m good. He’s hard work.” Viktor didn’t want anything to do with Kellen.

“He almost killed Hunter,” Rafe told them. He nodded at Waverly. “True story.”

“Well, who then?” Greyson pressed.

“I already told Quint. I know a guy. It’s not important.” Viktor avoided the question a second time.

“Who is it?” Greyson glared at Viktor.

“Just a guy.” Viktor glanced down to the lancet and back to his brother, deciding the truth was best. “Look, you know we’ve both had to do what we’ve had to do to survive. I’ve had a few more trips to Hell than you’ve had. You’ve got to have allies to survive. He helped me.”

“No.” Greyson held up a dismissive hand.

“One hand washes another.” Viktor shrugged.

“Nope.”

“Yes.”