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this.”
“I really can. More important, you won’t stop me.”
“You think not? I’m just as powerful as you, and I’m fully capable—”
“But you won’t. My boy, this is why I brought you here—to show you that essentially there is no
difference between you and me.” He gripped Kalen’s shoulder and brought their foreheads so close they
almost touched. Kalen didn’t pull away as Malik went on.
“You want this scum dead for what he did to you,” Malik intoned gently. “He’s a symbol of all
those who’ve hurt you again and again throughout your life. You want him to pay, don’t you?”
“No! Killing is wrong.”
“You’ve been beaten and worse by men like this, when you were little more than a boy. Before you
fully came into your powers. Am I correct?”
“Yeah,” he said bitterly.
“Just once, you want to feel what it’s like to show one of them what it means to be completely at
your mercy.”
“Yes.” The word emerged in spite of his resolve to deny it.
The bound man started blubbering, tears and snot running down his fleshy cheeks.
“He’s no innocent, Kalen,” Malik soothed. “He has raped and murdered, left many battered and
broken. Including his wife and three children. Like the slime you called ‘father.’ Look.”
With a push, Malik shoved several of Billy’s memories into Kalen’s head. They rolled like old,
grainy footage of a home movie, and the scenes were real. The bastard grabbing a waitress from the
Grizzly, forcing her to blow him behind the bar, knowing she wouldn’t tell or else he’d spin his own tale through the town, ruining her reputation. Other scenes were of Billy and his buddies burying a body
outside town. Someone they’d killed for owing one of them less than a hundred bucks.
But the worst were the kids. He’d abused his children horribly, beating them with his belt and
scalding them with cigarettes, hot water. Just last week, the little one had spilled something on the
greasy carpet, and the bastard had forced the child to drink half of a bottle of carpet cleaner. In their backwoods craphole of a shack, the boy had almost died. The man promised his terrified wife they were
all dead if she breathed a word to anyone.
Disbelief and horror at what Malik had planned here tonight became eagerness. Morphed into a
terrible, seething rage that demanded justice for the ones Billy had hurt. Killed. Especially the children.
And it was justice. No one else would do anything about this piece of filth.
“Do you see?” Malik asked.
“Yeah. He’s a piece of shit.” Power surged through his veins. The need for blood sang through him.
“What shall I do with him, boy?”
“Show him what hell really looks like,” Kalen said coldly. “Then kill him.”
* * *
Miles away, in the darkness of his quarters, Nick’s pacing in his bedroom was brought up short by an
awful vision.
He’d been restless tonight, just as he always was when one of his own was suffering. And this man
was in agony.
“Kalen,” he whispered hoarsely. “No.”
But he couldn’t stop what was happening. There was no way he’d find Malik’s hideout without
Kalen’s help, and the Sorcerer was already there.
Kalen’s storm was on the horizon now, the thunder rolling. Lightning just beginning to flicker in the
sky. The choices he made tonight, and the ones to come, he’d have to live with for the rest of his days.
However few those were.
The vision intensified.
Show him what hell really looks like. Then kill him.
“Oh, Jesus. No! Don’t do it!”
But it was far too late. The Unseelie had finally managed to get his talons into Kalen, and the
seduction had begun. The gradual slide into the pit of hell.
God help them all.
* * *
“No, no, please! I—I’ll leave town! My wife and kids won’t never have ta look at me again!”
Malik smiled, and his canines lengthened to protrude over his bottom lip. “They won’t have to do
that anyway.”
With
“I really can. More important, you won’t stop me.”
“You think not? I’m just as powerful as you, and I’m fully capable—”
“But you won’t. My boy, this is why I brought you here—to show you that essentially there is no
difference between you and me.” He gripped Kalen’s shoulder and brought their foreheads so close they
almost touched. Kalen didn’t pull away as Malik went on.
“You want this scum dead for what he did to you,” Malik intoned gently. “He’s a symbol of all
those who’ve hurt you again and again throughout your life. You want him to pay, don’t you?”
“No! Killing is wrong.”
“You’ve been beaten and worse by men like this, when you were little more than a boy. Before you
fully came into your powers. Am I correct?”
“Yeah,” he said bitterly.
“Just once, you want to feel what it’s like to show one of them what it means to be completely at
your mercy.”
“Yes.” The word emerged in spite of his resolve to deny it.
The bound man started blubbering, tears and snot running down his fleshy cheeks.
“He’s no innocent, Kalen,” Malik soothed. “He has raped and murdered, left many battered and
broken. Including his wife and three children. Like the slime you called ‘father.’ Look.”
With a push, Malik shoved several of Billy’s memories into Kalen’s head. They rolled like old,
grainy footage of a home movie, and the scenes were real. The bastard grabbing a waitress from the
Grizzly, forcing her to blow him behind the bar, knowing she wouldn’t tell or else he’d spin his own tale through the town, ruining her reputation. Other scenes were of Billy and his buddies burying a body
outside town. Someone they’d killed for owing one of them less than a hundred bucks.
But the worst were the kids. He’d abused his children horribly, beating them with his belt and
scalding them with cigarettes, hot water. Just last week, the little one had spilled something on the
greasy carpet, and the bastard had forced the child to drink half of a bottle of carpet cleaner. In their backwoods craphole of a shack, the boy had almost died. The man promised his terrified wife they were
all dead if she breathed a word to anyone.
Disbelief and horror at what Malik had planned here tonight became eagerness. Morphed into a
terrible, seething rage that demanded justice for the ones Billy had hurt. Killed. Especially the children.
And it was justice. No one else would do anything about this piece of filth.
“Do you see?” Malik asked.
“Yeah. He’s a piece of shit.” Power surged through his veins. The need for blood sang through him.
“What shall I do with him, boy?”
“Show him what hell really looks like,” Kalen said coldly. “Then kill him.”
* * *
Miles away, in the darkness of his quarters, Nick’s pacing in his bedroom was brought up short by an
awful vision.
He’d been restless tonight, just as he always was when one of his own was suffering. And this man
was in agony.
“Kalen,” he whispered hoarsely. “No.”
But he couldn’t stop what was happening. There was no way he’d find Malik’s hideout without
Kalen’s help, and the Sorcerer was already there.
Kalen’s storm was on the horizon now, the thunder rolling. Lightning just beginning to flicker in the
sky. The choices he made tonight, and the ones to come, he’d have to live with for the rest of his days.
However few those were.
The vision intensified.
Show him what hell really looks like. Then kill him.
“Oh, Jesus. No! Don’t do it!”
But it was far too late. The Unseelie had finally managed to get his talons into Kalen, and the
seduction had begun. The gradual slide into the pit of hell.
God help them all.
* * *
“No, no, please! I—I’ll leave town! My wife and kids won’t never have ta look at me again!”
Malik smiled, and his canines lengthened to protrude over his bottom lip. “They won’t have to do
that anyway.”
With
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