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of many unladylike manners, she ran the back of her hand roughly over her pinched lips.
    “We can’t keep sweeping this issue under the rug.”
    She listened, slightly lightheaded. They knew her secret. On the other hand, maybe not.
    “Gabriel is not going to stand for Rafael’s bullshit much longer. Sooner or later, we’ll be sent after him.”
    Her chest muscles squeezed. Air struggled to make its way past her windpipe. The barstools at the island in the middle of her kitchen never seemed so far away. She stumbled over taking a seat. Her slack fingers released their grip. The bottle’s thunk against a black inlaid silver granite top echoed.
    “Think about it,” Wallace said. “At first, we didn’t know what was going on, so hopes for the best stayed in our grasp. Although in retrospect, we were aware of his involvement somehow with a few of the Sortaneph we’ve come across.”
    “That awful invisible scrollwork of a tattoo our family can see. It’s a dead giveaway,” she cut in grimly.
    His frustration palpable, he continued. “What are we missing? These recent mongrel’s crimes against humanity and against those of their own kind seems ludicrous. Why leave dead bodies for us to find like some kind of trail? Then have the audacity to remain with some of the victims as if to flaunt their handiwork. I don’t know about you, Fallon, but something reeks of a hidden agenda.”
    She got up and tossed the unfinished wine in a trash bin.
    “I’m with you. Something’s fishy. Staying to the shadows and away from notice is the norm.”
    Fallon’s mind raced as she padded barefoot on the cold hardwood floors to the rear of her home. She came to a sudden stop before the sliding glass doors that led out into her garden. Instead of comfort, the sight of her plant oasis caused her to cringe. Morning rays unmasked utter destruction. Everything within the once-treasured sanctuary was blackened, singed, and crumbling. Looking at it now, she had to have been enraged, but she didn’t remember being quite that upset.
    Her voice broke. “I know you’re right. We need to advance our search for Rafael. At the very least, give him the chance to explain before we’re given a kill order we can’t refuse. Until then, I can’t think about this right now. I’ve got other shit going on.”
    “That’s another thing, Fallon.” She waited for him to finish. Each second that ticked by increased her anxiety.
    “I had Avedon drop me off at your place. I wanted to check and see how you were doing after we returned. I saw you passed out and your home a disaster area.” He paused. “I heard Michael ask earlier, but now I’m asking. Is there anything you want to discuss?”
    “I’ll repeat what I told our brother.” She struggled to sound believable. “No.”
    “Whatever you say. I’m not going to pry,” Wallace assured her. And just when she felt like she could breathe again, he knocked the wind right back out of her.
    “Without any sort of hospitality: no liquor, passed-out sister, and no food. I got bored. After shutting everything down I didn’t know what else to do.”
    So, he’d been the one plunging her house into darkness after she’d passed out last night.
    Wallace continued blithely. “I didn’t have my ride. Instead of waking anybody up to come and get me, I borrowed your ride, SAM. Man, you can’t imagine my fear you’d wake up after I revved the engine. Most of the trip down your driveway I was looking over my shoulder expecting you to come out bitchin.”
    Other than, a few strategically positioned leather chairs and plastic plants, for the view outside, it was rather easy to reach two centimeters of thin copper wire as her skin started to prickle with negative charges.
    The boy shorts and tank were smoking as stepped onto a large circular rubber mat. Her hand wrapped around the thin wire. He touched my shit. A full charge crackled and popped as it escaped in a flash of electricity, vanishing