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“As nice as your backyard is, I know you didn’t interrupt my meeting to talk about it,” Panahasi said. “What’s going on?”
“The Slayer,” Jaden replied.
Panahasi narrowed his eyes. “What about him?”
“I felt his prison weakening.”
“How?” Panahasi asked.
Jaden wished he knew. The primal source himself had created the lush forest for the Slayer to reside in, and he had been imprisoned there since he’d been breathed into life. The power of Jaden and his reapers kept it contained—even if his reapers were unaware of the part they played in keeping the Slayer imprisoned. Jaden never worried about a short supply of reapers, because if one thing in life was certain, it was death. They would never have a short supply of work.
“I don’t know, but I felt something strange coming from Midnight Falls,” Jaden said. “If I had to guess, I would say the Slayer has targeted someone.”
Panahasi cursed. “That’s impossible. The primal source doesn’t screw up.”
Jaden arched a brow. “Morog?”
One of the primal source’s first creations had escaped the underworld and nearly killed the guy.
“Okay, I’ll give you that.” Panahasi looked around. “So how do we know for sure that the Slayer is trying to get free?”
“He’s always trying to get free,” Jaden reminded Panahasi. “But something feels different this time.”
“I’ll have to talk to the Keeper.”
“And I’m heading to Midnight Falls,” Jaden said. He would be able to get a more accurate reading when he was closer to whoever the Slayer had targeted.
“Call me if you find out anything.” Panahasi used a vortex to leave.
Jaden sighed. Hilton was going to be disappointed that his mate would miss another dinner date, but there was nothing Jaden could do about it.
* * * *
Duncan held his side, laughing as he sat in the booth, watching as Orion and Santee sang “Here Come the Hotstepper” into the karaoke microphones. They were giving it their all, but god, they sucked at singing.
If most people in the bar weren’t wasted, they wouldn’t have cheered the two on.
“Remind me to kick Jake’s ass for this asinine idea,” Beckett said with a chuckle.
Duncan wanted to answer his brother, but his laughter had yet to die down. Oh, he was supportive of Orion, would kill anyone who hurt his mate, but fuck, the guy really couldn’t carry a tune to save his life.
“I’ve heard death cries less horrific than this,” Izel commented. “I think I hear a soul calling out to me.”
“Not a chance.” Duncan grabbed his mate’s arm. “If I have to suffer through this, so do you.”
It wasn’t really suffering. Duncan loved seeing Orion coming out of his abrasive shell, shining like a newly minted penny. He was having a good time, and that was all that mattered to Duncan.
“I have to go to the men’s room.” Beckett stood. “Gonna go check to see if my ears are bleeding.”
“Sit or I tell Santee what you just said.” Duncan smirked at his brother. “We suffer, you suffer.”
Beckett glared at him. “Hayden is now my official favorite brother. I’m going to the bar. At least I know Cormac isn’t going to torture me.”
“Are we talking about the same brother?” Duncan asked. “The guy who loved kicking our asses when we got out of line and lectured us until we wanted our ears to fall off?”
Beckett pursed his lips then sat. “On second thought, I’ll just sit here.”
Izel frowned. “Was it really like that?”
