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pressed her hands to
my cheek, my lips, and ran her fingers through my hair. I stood in
dumbfounded confusion. Then she kissed my lips and
sighed.
    "I cannot," she said in a tearful
whisper.
    "Can't what?"
    She sniffled. "Interfere."
    Kassallandra said something else in the
strange language.
    Nightliss scowled. "Have hunger?" she
said in a whisper, concern tightening the corners of her large
eyes.
    I nodded. "Famished." I almost expected
her to tell me to eat more chicken.
    Her lips pursed like those of a
rebellious child. She pressed her lips to mine. Warmth flooded me,
running from my lips to my toes. It felt amazing, like a flush of
warm hot chocolate taking away the chill of a lonely winter night.
Nightliss cast an angry look at Kassallandra and blurred away into
the forest.
    I stood for one stunned moment as the
needle on my demonic gas tank pinged full. How had she done that? I
hadn't fed from her—at least not in the usual way. Kassallandra's
stern gaze pulled me from my thoughts. Anger replaced confusion.
"Where is she going?" I asked. "What did you say to her? What the
hell is going on?"
    "Where is Daevadius?" Kassallandra shot
back, ignoring my questions.
    "My father?"
    "Not only did he dishonor me and my
family, but he insulted us by bearing a child with a human!" She
shuddered, her lips peeled back from her teeth in
revulsion.
    My fists tightened, though I didn't
dare advance on this succubus diva with her pets shaking off their
Nightliss-induced trance. "Well, whoopty-friggin-doo! Maybe you
need to get over yourself, lady. My dad followed his heart instead
of your nasty, incestuous customs." Though, considering how hot
Dad's sister, Vallaena, and Kassallandra were, I could kind of see
the appeal of mating with relatives.
    Did I really just think
that? Gross!
    Anger flared in her crimson irises as
her pupils shrank to pinpricks. "His dishonor forced this course of
action upon me, Castratae. I was unaware of you until the day I
tracked him down."
    "The day your pets chased us all over
creation?" I glared at the largest of the hounds. I remembered him
now, how he and his buddies had run us through the gauntlet. If he
weren’t so huge and scary, I'd beat him like a rented mule. "I
don't know what you hoped to gain from attacking us."
    "I went there to talk with him. To make
him see the course of redemption. But you ran like frightened
children."
    "And you sicced your hounds on us?" I
took a step forward and a growl like thunder rumbled in the huge
hound's throat. "One of them almost killed my friend,
Stacey."
    "I ordered no such
violence."
    "Yeah? Well my werewolf friend killed
one of your puppies."
    A red eyebrow shot up. "As you can see
all of my companions are just fine." She rested a hand on the large
one's massive head. "Who is this Stacey you speak of?"
    "A felycan. Blonde, British, and
snarky. She lives—or lived—in some abandoned warehouses near my
house."
    Kassallandra looked at the oversized
hound for a moment. He gazed fondly back at her, his great tail
wagging, and urine-colored eyes bright with puppy love. After a
moment, she shook her head. "Malkesh says they did no such thing.
But he did detect the scent of other hounds near your house some
time ago." Her perfect lip curled into a snarl. "Someone else is
interfering. Another of House Slade, no doubt, who wishes to
prevent Daevadius from redeeming his standing."
    I considered this disturbing nugget of
information as doubt and distrust—not to mention old blood—left a
sour taste in my mouth. I couldn't be sure she was lying. And why
would she? Had another spawn already discovered where we lived even
before the ruckus yesterday morning?
    "That still doesn't excuse their
behavior. They could have killed someone, rampaging through town
like Godzilla."
    Her irises went from vivid red to
arctic frost. "Who do you think you are to challenge my
decisions?"
    "You need to get off your high horse,
Kassallandra. If what you say is true and there's another