Plus, what if they looked and never found her? He couldn’t trap them both in a promise like that—he couldn’t have Nika roaming the world looking for a sister she might never find, unable to stop even if she wanted to.

“No,” he told her in a low voice. “I can’t do that.”

“See. I knew it. The luceria was right. You do want to cage me.”

“It’s not that. We don’t even know if Tori is alive.”

“I do. I know it.”

Nika had known a lot of things that seemed impossible for her to know before, and generally, Madoc was willing to take a risk on his own behalf, believing her. But not if Nika was at stake, too. He refused to risk her in any way.

“I believe that you believe she’s alive,” he said carefully, not wanting to insult her by calling her a liar. “But I also know that your mind is not your own. What if that thought was planted in you somehow by the Synestryn that took your blood? What if it’s a trick to get you to come to them the way they tried to do with Andra?”

“She’s alive,” stated Nika, confidence ringing in her tone. “And I’m going to prove it to you.”

With that, she stepped forward, grabbed Madoc’s hand, and lifted it to her throat until the magnetic pull of both halves of the luceria locked them together.

That contact strengthened the flow of power from him into her, allowing her to use more than he’d thought possible.

As energy sparked through their link, Madoc felt the pressure he’d been living with for centuries begin to ease.

A long, slow breath hissed out from between his clenched teeth and his vision began to fail. Bright spots of glowing white formed in his eyes until he was completely blinded by them.

His body hummed, vibrating with the rush of energy Nika took from him.

“Look,” she ordered him. “See what I see.”

With that, Madoc felt his body fall away and his mind raced through space at a dizzying speed.

Joseph stood on the hilltop as the sun rose. Beside him, bound, gagged, and seething with anger, stood Chris.

A deep sense of grief threatened to swallow Joseph whole, but he knew he couldn’t let it sway him from this path.

Chris had to die before he could kill the people Joseph and the others were sworn to protect. The vow Chris had made to protect humans and guard the gateway had bound him for as long as his soul lived, but now that it was dead, no promise could hold him.

Chris had to die.

Joseph waited, knowing the Slayers would come. They always did, despite the stagnant war that separated their races. Duty came first. Always.

A man Joseph had never met before strode up the hill. In his jeans and T-shirt, he looked like any other man in America. Except for his slightly pointed ears, which one had to be looking for to even notice. The brown leather jacket he wore hung open, as if the chill didn’t bother him.

Usually, the Slayers came in a pack, but this man’s confident stride said he didn’t seem to need strength in numbers.

“I’m Andreas Phelan,” he announced, thrusting his hand out to Joseph.

Shocked by the man’s greeting, Joseph shook his hand, feeling the unnatural warmth of his skin. “Joseph Rayd.”

“I’ve heard about you. My grandfather says you’re a man of honor.”

“Is that so?”

Andreas nodded, his tawny eyes going to Chris’s lifemark, barren of leaves. “I’m in charge of the Slayers now.”

“What happened to the previous leader?” asked Joseph.

His eyes went to Joseph’s, and the impact of that steady gaze hit Joseph hard. “I ripped his throat out with my teeth.”

Clearly, this was not a man to fuck with.

“Things are changing, Joseph Rayd,” said the Slayer. “Many of my kind can smell it coming. Things are getting worse.”

Joseph looked at the man who had once been his friend. Chris’s face was bright red with rage, and if it hadn’t been for the magically enhanced bonds that held him, Joseph knew the man would have tried to kill him by now.

“At least we can agree on that much,” said Joseph.

“I’ve heard rumors that you’ve found blooded women roaming the country.”

Joseph wasn’t sure how much to share with a man who, despite how he appeared, was his enemy. “I’m sure they were exaggerated. You know how rumors are.”

Andreas smiled slowly. “I can smell a lie, you know. But I understand. You and I aren’t friends. Yet.”

With that enigmatic remark, he grabbed Chris’s arm and hauled him down the hill. Over his shoulder, he said, “I’ll deliver his body to you when it’s done.”

Joseph stood there for a long time, watching the two men for as long as he could. The next time he saw Chris, he’d be dead. He wanted to remember the man for who he had been rather than what he’d become.

But even more than that, he wanted this to be the very last time he ever had to stand at the top of this hill and sentence another one of his men to death.

They had to find more women. Fast. And it was his responsibility to see that it happened.

Joseph walked back down the hill, feeling a century older than he had on the way up.

Nika was desperate to find Tori and prove to Madoc she was still alive. The man was so stubborn, she knew that unless he saw her with his own eyes, he’d never believe.

Not that he actually had eyes in this state. Neither of them did, but they’d be able to use Tori’s.

If Nika could reach her.

Dragging Madoc’s mind along with hers slowed her down. She felt like she was trying to swim while carrying a fifty-pound weight, but there was no other way. He had to be with her.

Nika concentrated on the fragile connection she had with Tori. It was even harder to sense now than it had been only a few hours before.

At one point, Nika would have been able to slide along that pathway with ease, landing inside Tori’s mind, able to comfort her and ease her pain. But not anymore. Tori had grown stronger since they’d started feeding her Synestryn blood. Her defenses were more formidable.

Why Tori didn’t want Nika to be with her, she had no idea, but whatever her reasons, Tori was winning the battle.

Madoc’s power slid into her, giving her new strength. Maybe she could use that strength to force Tori to let her in.

With no more than a thought, power flowed into Nika. That single delicate strand that stretched between them seemed to glow bright for a split second before it sputtered back to near invisibility.

Nika funneled energy into that strand, imagining it was an electrical wire spanning between them. The strand pulsed once, then twice, then continued to throb faster and faster until it shimmered.

Victory made Nika feel light, easing the burden of carrying Madoc with her.

Before it was too late, Nika hauled both of them along that strand, barreling through space until they landed solidly inside Tori’s mind.

As always, their mental meeting place resembled the bedroom they once had shared—the place from which Tori had been taken.

It was darker than Nika had remembered. It was night outside the windows. The bedside lamps had been broken. Festering, oily patches coated the walls, rather than purple-striped wallpaper.

Tori sat on the bed, her back to Nika, as she stared out the window. Her hair was long now, pooling on the mattress beneath her. She was bigger, too.

It had been so long since she’d last seen Tori, sometimes it was easy to forget she was seventeen now.

“How did you get in?” asked Tori without turning around. “I thought I was stronger than you now.”

“I had help.”

“A man,” she said, shuddering as if disgusted. “I don’t like having him here.”

“He needed to see you were still alive.”

“He’s seen. Now send him away.”

Nika turned to where Madoc’s mind hovered inside Tori’s. Here, he appeared as solid and real as if they were back in that Gerai house in Nebraska. Confusion tightened his features as he looked from Tori to Nika and back again.

“Are you hurt?” he asked her, his voice gentle with concern.

A dead laugh came out of Nika’s sister as she turned and rose from the bed. Her skin was a sickly white, almost translucent. Beneath, her veins were visible, pulsing with blood too dark to be human. Her blue eyes had once shone with childlike innocence, but now were bleak and desolate. Her hands stretched over her pregnant belly, curling into claws as if she wanted to rip the child from her body.

“I wish they’d only hurt me,” said Tori.

Shock made Nika go cold. She reached for Madoc, fighting the urge to fling herself away from this place and cuddle inside the warmth of his embrace.

“What have they done to you?” he asked in horror.

“I’d say that’s a bit obvious. And if you don’t want it to happen to Nika, then get her out of here before they find her.”

“Time to go, Nika,” said Madoc.

It was a good thing he was not in control here.

Nika turned to him, glowering. “I’ll go when I’m ready. Until then, you just zip your mouth and stay put.” To Tori, she said, “We’re going to rescue you. All I need to know is where to find you.”

“Even if I did know, I wouldn’t tell you. I can’t be saved. It’s best if you go before they get you, too.”

“Maybe you should listen to her, Nika,” said Madoc. “I want to save her, but not at the risk of your life.”

Nika ignored him. “It’s not too late. It can’t be too late.” She’d only just now regained enough sanity and strength to come for Tori. She hadn’t fought through all those years of nightmares only to fail now.

“It is.” Tori’s words were hard and cold—not at all like the child Nika had once known. “Go.”

“I made you a promise.”

“You won’t have to worry about that for long. This thing inside me will be born soon. Most of the girls don’t live through that.”

“How many of you are there?” asked Madoc, his voice a low growl of menace.

Tori shrugged. “I don’t see them. I just hear their screams stop suddenly and know.”

“We’ve got to get you out before that happens to you,” said Nika.

“It’s too late for me.”

Nika sensed that trying to change Tori’s mind about that was a losing battle. But maybe another angle would work. “What about the other girls there? Maybe we could save them.”

Tori’s eyes fell shut and she seemed to be fighting herself. “If he finds you, he’ll hurt you like he’s hurt me. I don’t want that.”

“Who hurt you?” demanded Madoc.

“Zillah. He runs this place, along with a girl who never grows.”

“Maura,” whispered Madoc.

“You know her,” said Tori, as if offering condolences.

“I know of her.”

“Then you know you can’t let Nika come here.”

“Stop it, both of you,” ordered Nika before their conversation got carried away. “I am coming, and there’s not a thing either of you can do to stop me. The only question is whether you’re going to tell me where you are, or if you’re going to make me rip it from your mind.”