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didn’t really need to ask him what he meant, I already knew the answer. There were plenty of others from the Elite who could walk the scene, but none so easily as me and definitely no one who would get as clear a picture as I would.
    “I’m going to need a pair of….” Before I could even get the words out, Graham thrust a pair of coveralls in my direction and I snapped them from his grip.
    Evidently, he’d thought of everything….
    Unrolling the coveralls, I stepped into them, one booted foot at a time. The legs were wide enough that I didn’t need to worry about getting caught inside them and my dress barely rode up as I jerked them up over my torso.
    Once I was in the coveralls, Graham held a pair of plastic boot covers out toward me and I groaned. There was no way to avoid getting up close and personal with the human soup spread everywhere, but staring at the boot covers made it more real.
    Dragging them on, I let Graham balance me before I sucked in a deep breath, the stench causing my nose to wrinkle in disgust. It was becoming more and more important that we find out just how long the bodies had been out here for. I wasn’t a shifter, but my nose was pretty sensitive, and despite it being night, the bodies were already on the turn, the smell of raw meat slowly ebbing to be replaced by the stench of rot.
    Heading to the grass verge, I paused and stared down. Rolling my shoulders back, I stepped out into the scene, ignoring the wet squelch of the grass beneath my plastic covered boots.
    Magic rushed over my skin, causing the hairs on my body to stand on end. The second I felt it, I knew my mistake. There was no way I should be out here. The magic clawed at me, searching for way in, a weakness in my armour, and I fought it back, power pulsing in my veins and in my head as I struggled to draw in a deep breath.
    The world spun and it took every ounce of my willpower just to stay on my feet, but the second I felt it inside my head, my body stopped fighting.
    What are you? it asked, its voice like velvet, causing me to shiver as it pulsed and ran its long fingers inside my mind.
    Drawing my power forth, I fought to push it out, but now that it was in my head there was no shaking it off.
    You taste of magic, of power… it said, causing me to cry out as it stretched inside my head and I got a taste of what it was.
    Fae magic flooded my veins, dampening my own power as though it were nothing. And in the face of the thing that had gotten inside my head, it was nothing.
    You don’t like what I’ve done? Its question caught me by surprise and silence echoed inside me as though there was nothing but the creature in there.
    “You killed all those people, and for what?” I said, only vaguely aware that the question left my mouth and didn’t echo inside my head like the creature’s had.
    For sport, because I am strong and they were weak… it answered. Its callous reply caused a shudder of revulsion to race through me.
    I struggled toward the grass verge but the magic in my veins pulsed once more and I cried out, my spine jerking backwards as the Fae inside my head bent me to his will.
    I could make you do what I want … I could make you my instrument….
    I knew it the second its magic touched against my demon mark. The two magics refused to mix and my body suddenly felt as though it were being ripped asunder.
    I screamed this time, flashes of the carnage that had occurred flashing through my head; the scent of blood warm against my skin; the growl of wild animals that filled me with a dread I hadn’t known was possible driving me forward.
    Reaching the path, I tried to draw my body off the grass but the creatures chasing me took a hold of my ankle, teeth like razors sliding beneath my skin with the same ease as a knife through warm butter.
    Strong arms wrapped around mine, dragging me forward, and the creature’s ferocious grip disappeared the second I was no longer touching the grass.
    Graham’s concerned face