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Marcas had given me a
choice. He had wanted me unbound so that I wouldn't be damned. Damon wasn't
considerate. He was insane, and I could not go back to the fire pits of Hell.
    "Run faster!" I yelled.
    I knew it wasn't the response she
wanted, but I didn't have any comforting words. There was no time to offer a
shoulder for tears. I'd seen too many awful things to make her feel better
about what may happen to us.
    We were moving upward. It was the only
choice we had, and we were running out of stairs. The only exit left was the
roof. There was a door at the end of the final corridor we entered, and it led
to a flat stone roof surrounded by a low ledge. It wasn't a tower exactly but close .
    Amber flung open the door, and we burst
out of the Abbey onto the stone walkway, our eyes searching a late afternoon
sky. Day was melding into night in an arc of pastel colors. Amber stopped at
the roof's edge.
    "What now? There's nowhere to
go," she said as calmly as she could, her voice shaking as I slammed the
door closed. I looked into the darkening sky, my eyes searching the open
gardens, the pond in the distance, the tree line leading into the woods.
    "Fight,
Day. Whatever happens, fight. I'm coming."
    Marcas ' words rang
through my head, and I looked at Amber, my hand taking hers just as the roof
door splintered. I didn't turn around. I just pulled on my power, wrapping it
around Amber and I as shards of timber bounced chaotically off the bubble I'd
created around us. Amber's shoulders shook.
    There was the sound of feet on the roof,
and my hand tightened on Amber's as I slowly turned to face my enemy. He was a
terrifying sight, his dark jeans fitted, his black blazer flying open to reveal
a black t-shirt with a simple silver chain hanging around his neck. The scar running
along his cheek was white and stark against his tanned skin, a blatant reminder
of the physical differences in Marcas and Damon. His
eyes met mine, and I saw the red sparkle there, the predatory gleam that proved
he liked chasing his prey.
    Damon's eyes moved to Amber, and by the
way they narrowed, I knew he planned to kill her. I moved between the two of
them, my eyes catching his again.
    "Still want to kill me,
Dayton?" Damon asked. He held his arms wide, his eyes searching mine.
"Here's the opportunity to try."
    He moved his hand so the fading
afternoon light would catch the jewels on the Seal, his hand becoming a
refracting light show, a reminder that he held all the power. He looked down at
it, and then at me.
    "Beautiful, isn't it?" he
asked.
    He moved toward me, and I pulled Amber
to my side as I backed toward the ledge.
    "You're a fool," I said
quietly.
    It wasn't words I should have uttered,
but I said them anyway. Damon chuckled, his laugh harsh.
    "Am I?" he asked as he
approached me. There was nowhere for me to go but down, and he knew
it."You're mine now, Dayton. Never mistake that."
    With those words, Damon lunged, his hand
catching me cruelly, his fingers sprouting claws. He ran the sharp edge of a
nail along my skin, and I screamed as blood dripped down my arm. I knew what he
intended, and I struggled against his hold even as he lifted my arm, catching
blood in the palm of his free hand. He brought it up to his lips and drank.
    "No," I whispered.
    I was still bound to Marcas .
There was no way Damon could bind me to him as well. Could he? Damon licked his
lips, his smile wide and feral. Amber was whimpering behind me. She might have
the strength to keep him out of her head, but I knew from experience that
having a Demon drink from you made it harder to fight his control.
    "I'm Marcas ',"
I said confidently, and I knew my eyes were shining. I could feel mine and Marcas ' power move through me, and I welcomed it. I stood
straighter, my eyes meeting Damon's. "And he's mine."
    I smiled. The realization was swift and
sudden, and I felt overwhelmingly powerful. It was suddenly obvious to me why
mine and Marcas ' bond had never worked the way it
should. He