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are.”
    Gabriel. Her first thought was that he was sending her to
Death as a means of torturing her or at least, nailing home the
point that he had won this round with Gabriel.
    The slow smile she distrusted spread across
Darkyn’s face. Did he know what she thought? Was it so obvious?
    She dropped her gaze.
    “You will soon learn that those who lose
deals with me are a desperate lot. They will see you as a target.
Do you remember what I taught you about killing?”
    She placed her hand on his heart. He
remained relaxed despite giving her a loaded weapon then telling
her to take the kill shot.
    “To summon me, simply say
my name,” he added. Darkyn tipped her chin up to meet her gaze.
“You think I’m sending you to him .”
    “It would be awkward,” she said in a hushed
voice.
    “Then you’ll have to trust me, won’t
you.”
    “You enjoy baiting me too much for me to
trust you.”
    “So honest, so pure,” he said.
    “Don’t mock me,” she said, thinking about
how Fate did the same. “I get it. This is your game. You don’t
lose. You’d send me to Gabriel on a silver platter to get your
point across. I assume that’s where I’m going.”
    “You’ll find out.”
    Deidre wanted to deck him again. And cry.
And run. She hated that he’d always known exactly what to say to
get to her. From the moment he first offered her the deal that
landed her in Hell, he read her.
    Darkyn flicked a nail against the pad of his
thumb. The blood ensnared her senses at once, compelling her
attention to the maroon droplets. Her hunger demanded action. The
wound healed, leaving the drops on his thumb. He pressed the pad to
her lips. They parted instinctively, and she tasted him.
    She closed her eyes and shuddered in
pleasure. He’d worked her into a frenzy the night before by
dribbling a similar amount of blood, enough to tease her without
satisfying her. This time, the few drops quelled the hunger and her
distress. It left her calm.
    “When you’re finished, call a portal,” he
instructed.
    Her eyes opened. His attention was on a
point behind her, and she turned to see a portal waiting.
    Deidre’s hand dropped from his chest. This
had to be a test. He was sending her out and expecting her to
return. Did he trust her or assume she knew better than to run?
    She ran her tongue over her teeth to capture
the last of his blood. She’d seen how hungry he was last night. He
wasn’t going to let her go for long, since she was his singular
food source.
    One of the yellow portals beckoned her.
Deidre entered the shadow world and shivered, her exposed skin
chilled. She glanced back over her shoulder to see Darkyn standing
where she left him, hands clasped behind his back, watching her
with the cold smile that told her there was more going on than she
suspected.
    The calm of his blood offering kept her
uneasiness at bay as the portal behind her closed. She hurried to
the one waiting for her and paused. He could be sending her
anywhere.
    To Gabriel.
    At least, if she saw him, she could
determine which parts of what she felt were real and which stemmed
from the bond. Deidre drew a shaky breath and stepped through the
portal.
    She recognized the surroundings. The
Immortals’ stone fortress. She was in the middle of an unfamiliar,
tall hallway. She heard the sound of a weapon scraping a scabbard
behind her and turned.
    Red tattoos flashed on the arms of the two
Immortals in the hallway. She didn’t recognize them from her short
stay there. One had his sword raised, the other’s was down. They
scrutinized her.
    “Rhyn,” she said, uncertain who else to ask
for.
    “Wait here,” one said. “No quick
movements.”
    She nodded.
    The second put his weapon away and darted
off down another hallway. Deidre waited nervously, uncertain what
to think about the Immortal staring at her. His sword lowered as
the time grew on. The light in his eyes was like that in Wynn’s,
one she couldn’t place. It was almost the fire of desire, yet