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and straw, and they’ll do what they think they have to do.” He shrugged. “Kill me in favor of saving you.”
    Dom’s skull felt as if it were splitting apart at the seams.
    “Why?” he asked.
    “I have to tell you, you made things quite difficult for me the other night at the high school dance,” Sam told him, idly conversing as if he wasn’t a few inches away from turning Dominic into a wicker man. “But you did enlighten me on something rather important. You see, the only way I can leave a body I’m currently inhabiting is to have that body die. Believe me, I tested the theory,” he laughed, shaking his head. “But your friend remained wrapped around me like a cocoon. And I can’t tell you how many times I tried to kill myself . But no doing. Anything I did just healed up or had no effect. As long as I’m stuck here, the heart keeps beating.”
    He looked down, making a rather disgusted face, and sighed heavily. “Alec Sheffield is a disappointment. He’s ineffectual.” He looked back up and pinned Dom with an ice colored stare. “I need my powers back, and for that, Logan needs to start writing again. I just need her pen to scratch paper. There’s power in a bard’s words, Maldovan, no matter what those words are. But she neither knows nor trusts Alec Sheffield enough for him to get her to write.”
    Dominic sensed the horrific puzzle pieces sliding into place, but a part of him nudged them away from one another. He didn’t want to see the picture they were forming. It was a nightmare.
    “I’m afraid Alec has to go,” Sam said. “But someone else has to kill him. And that’s where the cops come in. And you, of course.” He smiled. “After all, when he dies, I’ll need another body to inhabit. What better body than the one belonging to the young musician Logan clearly cares so much for? Who could possibly influence her more than you, Dominic?”
    Dom stared at Sam, dumbstruck by what he’d just been told and unsure of what he should be most upset by. The puzzle was whole now, and it was as terrible as he’d thought it would be. Sam was going to kill his best friend – or have him killed, rather. And though he wasn’t actually planning on burning Dom to a crisp as he’d originally thought, the Death God was intent on possessing his body to get to Logan.
    The medallion , Dom thought suddenly. He glanced down and caught the Celtic silver shimmering in the firelight. He can’t do this. He can’t possess my body if I have this on .
    Low laughter drew his attention back to Sam. He was watching Dom through Alec’s now-blue eyes, and they twinkled knowingly. “That?” he said, grinning. He chuckled and closed the distance between them, suddenly reaching out to wrap his fingers around the cool silver. He held it up in a closed fist. “The original would have posed a problem, I’ll admit. But I cut it off you with no more than a dagger and a pair of gloves. And this one?” He let it drop, and it thumped ineffectually against the muscle in Dominic’s chest. “It’s a lovely replica, but otherwise worthless.”
    Sam stepped back, still smiling. “I’m death , Maldovan.” His blue eyes felt depthless, like abyssal oceans, churning and promising and cold. “If there were anything in the world that could keep me at bay for long, everyone would have figured out immortality by now. But they haven’t, have they? I adapt, and I always find a way to win. You should know that better than anyone.”
    Dominic looked into those oceans and saw his dead mother’s beautiful face reflected in them. And his simmering fury boiled over into a hatred unequaled.
    “The scarecrow and fire bit is probably not the easiest way to go about this,” Sam went on, ignoring the murder that Dom could feel in his own green gaze. “But Logan gave me the idea and I just had to honor it. It was in one of her stories; a werewolf tale, I believe.” He smiled a hungry smile. “She’s got one hell of an imagination