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How could I sleep in the Underworld? One of Karn’s demons could come crashing through the door at any moment.
Logan’s house was tucked away on the outskirts of the city and cloaked with magic, but the demon lord was probably tearing the place apart looking for the Infernal Sol. What the hell was this demon amulet going to do to me? Wasn’t it bad enough that Fane bit me and I’d shift into a wolf soon?
I turned over in the queen bed, scrutinizing my hand. In two days, would claws sprout from my fingers? Would my fur be the same color as my hair?
Oh, great. I’d be a freak among nightworlders as a reddish-pink wolf.
Wolves were not beholden to lunar phases but bitten ones wouldn’t turn until their first full moon. And just my luck, that happened in two nights. If I stayed in the Underworld, would that negate the Earth moon’s magic, or would I still feel the pull to shift even in this nightmarish land?
I ran my fingers over the tattoo marking my neck. Why did he do it? Why couldn’t he have just let me and the Infernal Sol die?
The memory of Fane’s tight embrace and his presence washing over me filled my mind, even as I tried to push it away. Blinding pain and then pleasure had infiltrated every part of my being. During my study of shifters, I’d never come across anything about a bite being that intense nor did it say anything about glimpsing inside the shifter’s soul.
There was no other way to describe what I’d felt. And Fane’s soul was full of pain and sorrow. It was more than just the loss of his brother.
What happened to him?
I pictured his face in my mind, those multicolored orbs that held so much disdain for me, that brutal jaw, and those sharp cheekbones with a scar running along the hard edge of the left one. Another scar sliced his left cheek close to his ear. Shifters fought a lot—for fun or power and rank—but something told me Fane Maverick’s past was riddled with danger.
What else rested beyond that harsh facade and those black tattoos? He wasn’t a small guy by any means, but he’d walked into Karn’s room like a ghost.
Like me.
Electric tingles bubbled in my core and slinked toward my extremities, growing more intense until it felt like I might vibrate right off the bed. The tan walls spun and blurred as something disconnected within my center.
My bare feet touched cool hardwoods, and Logan’s living room materialized.
What the ever-loving hell?
I grabbed my chest as my heart hammered a frantic beat against my ribs. Blood thundered in my ears, and I had to blink a dozen times to clear the black spots from the edges of my vision.
Did I just lose time? Did I black out while I walked from the guest bedroom into the living room?
The guys sat in the same spots as earlier—Fane in a plush chair and Logan perched on the leather couch—talking while flames from the fireplace cast flickering shadows against the sage walls.
Had Logan modeled his home after a cozy cottage in the woods? There was even a soft blanket draped over the end of the other couch. Hell, hot chocolate probably filled an entire kitchen cabinet too.
This was the exact opposite of what I pictured for a demon’s home in the Underworld.
Logan tapped the edges of the glass in his hand as he swirled the amber liquid. “Tate doesn’t seem like the type to just kill someone in cold blood.”
Fane’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t even know her. You’ve spent all of ten minutes in her presence while she was awake.”
I stepped closer to Fane’s chair and waved my hand. “Hello?”
Neither one of them noticed me. I reached forward and tried to grab the bottle of Jack Daniel’s off the wooden coffee table, but my hand sailed right through it.
Waves of fire and ice trickled down my spine. Son of a bitch. Did I leave my body back in the guest bedroom?
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I inspected my hand,flipping it over a few times before touching my cheek. I looked and felt solid, and the cool floorboards firmly pressed against my feet, but when I tried to poke the back of the couch, my finger slipped right inside the cushion.
My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning out the guys’ conversation. I touched the sun tattoo inked below my ribs. Had the Infernal Sol given me the power to disconnect from my body and wander around?
“Like you know her so well.” Logan’s voice penetrated the panic trying to consume me. He set his glass on the table and rubbed his knees. If he wasn’t a demon, I’d consider him attractive. Those brilliant blue irises, tousled golden-brown hair, and carved cheekbones would make anyone drool. The cut muscles beneath his jeans and tight t-shirt only added to his appeal. “How long have you spent talking to her since you met?”
“We didn’t do much talking.” Fane bared his teeth in a vicious smile. “All we’ve done is fight.”
