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cities all over the world. Each caged city was categorized by a religion. Supes were given a choice of cities they wanted to live in. Most picked the one representing their actual religion. Others picked cities based on religions that were most accepting of their species. That was why my dad picked Santeria—because that religion didn’t perceive Demons as evil creatures from hell. It saw them as just another species.
    “Are you going to stop Zulu or should I think of an alternative?” Dante tilted his head to the side.
    I bet all my money any alternative Dante considers ends in blood and death. No more of my loved ones will die by his hands. This ends now.
    “I’ll stop him.” A shiver crept up my spine. “It shouldn’t be too hard to convince him it’s me.”
    Unless he’s already slipped into the world of crazy.
    Zulu took control of his body too earlier after his sister, Cassie, died. He’d gone into himself for barely twenty-four hours and returned to me. That wasn’t good. When a tragedy was really horrific, Shifters remained within themselves for weeks, sometimes months.
    Shifters shared two separate minds within one body. Tragedy and stressful situations impacted Shifters more than other supes. Both Zulu and his Prime needed time to recover. So when one went into himself, he was allowing both of his minds to heal. Without this downtime, both of them would go into overdrive from the stress of day-to-day activities and having to control their body. There’d been cases where Shifters’ sanities had deteriorated to the point where they went on killing sprees.
    Is this a killing spree now?
    Angel placed her hand in mine and squeezed it. “He’ll know it’s you. It’ll work out.”
    “And then we’ll kill Dante and Mother Earth?”
    She pulled me forward as Dante and his men rushed off. “Let us just handle one thing at a time.”
    I hurried my pace. “I’d rather go on a killing tour than try to convince a blood-lusting, death-driven Zulu that I’m not the eleventh fake Lanore.”
    “Just show him your tits. That may jog his memory.” Angel formed her lips into that smart-ass smile I remembered, but the effect of familiarity disappeared when she exposed pink gums instead of teeth.
    “So you’re my adviser, and all you can say is, ‘show him your tits’?”
    “Maybe let him sniff you down—”
    “I think I got it.” I raised my free hand. “Sadly, I actually will expose myself, if all else fails.”
    When it came to Zulu’s claws, I held no shame or dignity in doing anything to stay alive. There was no way I was going to die in a Vamp dining area somewhere underground.
    I just had too many people to kill this week. My to-do list dripped with blood and fire.
    #1– Set Dante on fire until he’s nothing but smoke and ash.
    #2– Find Nona and Mother Earth, tie them to a tree, and create the biggest bonfire Santeria has ever seen.
    #3– Find out who’s guiding Mother Earth, if there is anybody higher in the psychotic chain of command.
    #4– Burn anybody else to a crisp if they get in my fucking way.

Chapter 3

    Lanore
    “I changed my mind. I’m not going in.” I glanced over my shoulder at Dante, before turning back to the closed off dining room.
    The metal door between the entrance to the dining area and hallway boasted dents in the shape of fists. Most likely Zulu’s fists. Blood leaked out the bottom of the door, flooded the area in front for several feet, and soaked my sneakers as I tried to peer into the tiny square-shaped window. Red and black liquid smudged the glass. On the other side of the surface, darkness bathed the dining area. Every few seconds a whoosh of wind surged by. I assumed it was Zulu soaring past the entrance.
    An exasperated breath escaped my lips. “It’s dark in there.”
    “He destroyed all of the lights first.” Alarm masked Dante’s usually calm face. “Then he started killing everyone. I think he can see in the dark.”
    He definitely can see in