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with those powerful jaws and not risk turning, but I knew that Kismet wouldn’t allow that.
    She squatted next to his head.
    “Tell Milo and Tybalt I’m sorry,” Felix said.
    She nodded, turning the blade in her hand.
    “Wait a moment,” Phineas said. He passed me to stand on the other side of Felix, then looked straight down. “Who’s organizing this?”
    Felix frowned. “Organizing what?”
    “Who sent you here tonight recruiting? Who’s turning young people into half-Bloods?”
    His eyes widened like a child caught in a lie, then hardened just as quickly. “You’re going to kill me anyway.”
    “Yes.”
    “Then I think I’d rather not tell you.”
    “Why not?”
    He looked away, focusing on one of the big black paws holding him down. I turned it over in my mind for a moment. He seemed stuck, as though he wanted to tell us something but couldn’t. And I could only guess at the reasons. Glimpses of the old Felix kept peeking through, winking at us, while the monster remained in charge. Felix deserved release from that monster, but he did have information we needed.
Hell
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    “Marcus, can you keep sitting on him for a minute?” I asked. “Phin, Kis, a word?”
    They followed me to a safe distance, far enough thatwith the pulse of the rave beneath us, Felix shouldn’t be able to hear.
    “What?” Kismet asked.
    “I think we should truss him up and take him back to the Watchtower with us,” I said. Before either could reply, I held up a silencing hand and kept talking. “He’s half-sane, and he knows a lot more than he’s saying about who’s organizing this. That’s valuable information we might be able to get out of him.”
    “You trust him?”
    “Absolutely not, but I think it’s worth the risk. He’s been out there for two weeks. He knows exactly where the Watchtower is, but we’ve yet to see an open attack, or even spies sniffing around. It’s possible there’s enough of the old Felix inside him to keep him from completely betraying us.”
    “You want him interrogated?” Phin said.
    “Yes.”
    “We cannot offer him freedom in exchange for information.”
    “I know that, and I wouldn’t even consider it. But maybe he’ll take something else.”
    “Such as?”
    I glanced at Kismet. “A chance to say good-bye to his friends.” She glared, but I didn’t relent. “Felix told me once about how much it hurt to lose Lucas, because they didn’t get to say good-bye. Maybe we can use that to reason with him.”
    Kismet flinched. Almost eighteen months ago, Milo had been Lucas Moore’s replacement in Kismet’s Triad. Lucas and Felix had been best friends, and Lucas’s sudden death from a brain aneurysm had devastated Felix. Hunters lived every day with the risk of dying on any patrol, but no one expects to lose a loved one while he’s watching a baseball game at home in your apartment.
    It was kind of a low blow, though, since Kismet andLucas had been secretly, madly in love for most of his tenure in her Triad.
    “That might actually work,” she said. But she looked anything but happy about it.
    Goodie. “Phin?”
    “I think it’s worth trying.”
    “Awesome. Prisoner it is.”
    Halfway back, the roof door swung open and Quince stepped out with Kyle Jane, another Therian team member, close behind. They both stopped and surveyed the scene.
    “It seems we missed the party,” Quince said.
    Marcus couldn’t reasonably sit on Felix in the car, so he stayed put until Phin returned with enough restraints to bind a raging rhinoceros. The end package wasn’t pretty, but everyone seemed satisfied that Felix could neither get loose nor bite anyone on the drive back. He was dumped into the SUV’s rear compartment with jaguar-Marcus and Quince as guards. Kyle drove, with Kismet riding shotgun.
    I wasn’t sure if the mission was a success or not. Sure, we prevented other innocent (drunken idiot) bystanders from being infected and potentially executed. I’d kicked a little ass and had