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split second before vanishing into darkness. The same face I’d seen behind Tess in the warehouse as I lay dying from the Jabberwocky’s venom. Demetrius. I hadn’t imagined him. He’d been at the Asylum and then at the warehouse. I knew in my gut that he’d released the Jabberwocky. The question was why. A powerful and unscrupulous Reaper like Demetrius didn’t really need an instrument of evil to do his bidding. He could’ve wreaked havoc well enough on his own. The thought of that bastard using the monster for his own nefarious purposes chilled me to my bones.
    â€œNate?”
    â€œIt’s nothing,” I lied, handing the phone back to Al. There was no need to alarm Al when I couldn’t share anything beyond a gut feeling. And what was I going to say? Anything I divulged would’ve led to more questions. Questions I wasn’t exactly prepared to answer. “Let’s just focus on getting Jabberwocky back in the Asylum where he belongs.”
    â€œAlready on it,” Al assured us. “I’ve got four teams out there scouring the area. He’s a slippery bastard, but he’s wounded. Red said she got a few slugs in him. His wounds will be slowing him down.”
    I nodded. “All right then. Let’s get going.”

Chapter 2
    We’d spent the rest of the day tracking Jabberwocky, but just when it looked like we’d found his makeshift lair, the trail had gone completely cold. The drops of blood he’d left behind abruptly ended. There was no trace of him. He’d vanished.
    The whole thing didn’t make any sense. The Jabberwocky wasn’t a magical being. He couldn’t just disappear. There had to be an explanation. But the only one I could come up with didn’t make me feel any better.
    I hadn’t wanted to pack it in and head home, but the Jabberwocky’s venom and my temporary death had taken it out of me. And after my lovely Tess informed me in her oh-so-delicate way that I looked like shit and that she was dragging my ass home, I had little choice but to call it a day and leave it to the other teams to try to find the elusive escapee.
    I let Tess drag me to bed—as much for her reassurance as mine—and after making love, I held her close, marking time with the quiet thud of her heartbeat until I was assured she had drifted to sleep. But there would be no sleep for me. Not yet.
    It was edging on midnight when I slipped from our bed and went to the window to peer through the blinds. There was no one there, of course. There never was. And still I watched. I couldn’t shake the feeling that Demetrius was out there just beyond my sight, biding his time before making another appearance to unnerve me, torture me with the anticipation of what was coming. He was a master at the game. He knew exactly how to fuck with someone’s head, keep his victim on edge, drag out the threat of torture so that when the punishment actually came, it was almost a relief. Almost.
    â€œYou’re doing it again.”
    I started at the sound of Tess’s voice and took a guilty step back from the window. She stood next to me wearing nothing but one of my T-shirts, arms crossed, a single brow lifted in silent accusation.
    â€œNo idea what you mean,” I evaded with a shrug.
    The look she gave me clearly indicated she wasn’t buyin’ what I was sellin’. She jerked her chin toward the window. “I’ve seen you checking every night. I figured at some point you’d man up and tell me what has you so damned jumpy. Want to clue me in on what you’re hiding?”
    I chuckled, trying to make light of the situation, and pulled her into my arms. “It’s nothing,” I assured her. “Still just a little overprotective after the shit Sebille put you through, that’s all.”
    â€œThat’s all,” she repeated, her tone even, disbelieving. But I wasn’t fooled for a moment into