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continued. “You can absorb their abilities, use them to garner some of your needed powers. Once you’ve amassed the required twelve, I will be ready to proceed. And the Council won’t stand a chance.”
    Oh, yes. This was too good. Mammon rubbed his chin and let out a chuckle.
    “So, by giving their lives, they will allow us to wipe out the Council and rule over all? Seems like a worthy sacrifice to me. Especially since it’s not mine.”
    Belpheg cocked one brow. “My proposal is that you head my twelve. Guide them into battle when we move to destroy the Council. Are these terms acceptable to you?”
    Mammon pretended to ponder the question for one long moment. Finally he nodded. “Yes.”
    “Then I have your agreement that you will aid me?” Belpheg leaned forward to offer his hand.
    Glancing at Belpheg’s outstretched hand, Mammon hesitated. Though the dark fae’s gesture was casual, something about it set off warning bells in his head. He knew it was just a handshake, but somehow it felt like taking Belpheg’s hand would be tantamount to sealing his own fate.
    Yet in the end, the deal was too sweet for him to pass up. He clasped his hand in Belpheg’s.
    A spark of electricity shot from Belpheg’s arm to his, momentarily clenching his muscles tight. Before Mammon could question it, the current was gone.
    Belpheg released his grip and sat back in his chair. He gave Mammon a slow grin. “And so it begins.”
    True to his word, Belpheg had proceeded to accumulate the life essences of powerful Otherworlders via his succubi and pass it onto Mammon. The problem was that the success ratio for transference of powers along with the life essences was rather low, perhaps one in a hundred. He’d managed to amass three new powers, which never ceased to amaze him, but he still had nine to go, and Belpheg seemed to be growing impatient. Mammon didn’t miss that his body was shaking more and more recently as well.
    He’s growing weaker.
    Perhaps that would be of some advantage. But until he figured out how, he would play the obedient second-in-charge. He would come when Belpheg summoned him. He would wait to go after his sons until Belpheg was ready.
    However, there was no mistake about it. Mammon would bow to no one.
    Not even Belpheg.

Chapter Six
    After driving aimlessly for an hour, Dagan finally headed home. He drove his baby—a steel gray BMW 6 Series convertible—into his building’s parking garage and left it with the valet, then took the elevator up to the apartment he shared with Ronin and Amara. Usually driving around in his car cleared his mind, but not today. He couldn’t get Lina out of his head.
    What the hell had happened to her in her past? Instinctively, he knew it wasn’t good. He also knew she wasn’t going to willingly share it.
    She’d been married—with a baby and everything, damn it—and she hadn’t told anyone .
    How could he keep this from Ronin?
    Yet how could he possibly tell him?
    Aw fuck, he’d known it was a bad idea to stop by and see Lina, even though he had been in the neighborhood. But he hadn’t been able to stop himself. After the events of last night, he’d been concerned. Not like Ronin had the market cornered on worrying about her or anything. And now, for his trouble, he had another freaking secret to keep.
    Serves you right, ass munch.
    Dagan stalked across the blond wooden floor of his living room to the small bar he and Ronin had set up in one corner. He dug out a glass from under the counter and filled it to the brim with his favorite whiskey before taking a big gulp. Man, he wished Taeg were here right now. The need to tell someone what he’d learned burned a hole in his gut, but Taeg was out of the country and it didn’t feel right sharing this bit of news over the telephone. He supposed he could go upstairs and find Keegan, but he already knew what his big brother would say.
    You have to tell Ronin…family duty.
    And all that shit.
    Family duty would be not