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he’d calmed down and I had the test results back, so I left for the lab.”
Marlena shifted restlessly.
Dante had the insane urge to comfort her. But he clenched his hands into fists instead. “Then what happened?”
“At the lab, I received a call about his escape. When I reached the hospital, my coworker found sketches Mr. Daumer had made.” She reached inside her bag and removed a sketchpad. “The drawings are.. . disturbing.”
He frowned, then pulled on gloves and reached for the pad.
His anger mounted as he flipped through the pages. The crude drawings depicted a female tied to a bed, blood splattering the sheets, the floor, and the walls.
The Satanic S the man had drawn was similar to the S formed by the burning bark.
Dammit, he had to find Gerald Daumer. He might be the killer.
The Seer bowed before Zion’s throne, the fire blazing and heating her back. She had been assigned to track Dante and detect any obstacles that might stand in Zion’s way.
Zion waved his massive hands. He was ready for the anarchy to begin.
He’d already commissioned his minions to spread the evil and escalate the attack on humanity. Soon he would join them on Earth to aid in the wars.
“You have seen my third son?”
The Seer lifted her head, her black eyes glinting with a streak of purple. “Yes?’
“Have his brothers found him?”
“Not yet.”
“Good. I will find a way to pit them against one another.”
The Seer nodded, but her reluctance to share what she’d learned about his third son raised Zion’s suspicions. “Tell me about Dante,” he commanded.
“Master, I’m afraid he is not the man you thought. He has made it his life’s work to protect the town.”
“No!” Zion roared. “Dante is my hope. He is a fire-starter as I am. He has great powers.”
“I’m sorry, Master, but he went rogue at his initiation years ago and refused to kill the girl he was assigned to hunt.” Venom laced her voice “He has a weakness for women and children, and to this day enforces that code.”
“Tell me about this girl—this woman,” Zion said, seething.
“She is some kind of doctor and is obsessed with research into violent and aberrant behavior. Worse, Zion… she is Dante’s soul mate, the one who has the power to restore his humanity.”
Fury rolled off Zion in waves of shooting flames, crackling against the black walls of the cave. “Has my son mated with the woman yet?”
“Not yet,” the Seer replied. “But, Master, if they copulate on the night of the Hunters moon, they will produce a child.”
The Hunters Moon—that was only days away.
“This child cannot be created,” Zion roared. “Not now. Not ever.”
Chapter Eight
Guilt plagued Marlena. “The police are looking for Gerald. I hope they can bring him in without hurting him.”
Anger flashed in Dante’s eyes. “How can you be concerned about him after the brutal way he killed Jordie McEnroe?”
Marlena sucked in a sharp breath at the animosity in his tone. With that scar running down his neck into his shirt he looked dangerous.
“We don’t know for certain that he killed Jordie. I need to question him further.”
Dante slapped one hand on top of the sketches. “This looks pretty damning to me.”
“Fantasizing about doing something and actually committing a crime are two different things,” Marlena said.
A muscle ticked in Dante’s jaw. “True. But if this maniac hasn’t killed, then he’s going to.”
“Not necessarily,” Marlena argued. “There have been cases where people who witnessed a crime were so traumatized that they drew pictures of the crime scene, and other cases where they even confessed as if they had committed the act themselves.”
“Which means Daumer might know who the killer is,”
Dante said in a harsh voice. “All the more reason to hunt him down and bring him in.”
Marlena stiffened. “You say hunt as if he’s an animal.”
“Whoever killed Jordie is an
Marlena shifted restlessly.
Dante had the insane urge to comfort her. But he clenched his hands into fists instead. “Then what happened?”
“At the lab, I received a call about his escape. When I reached the hospital, my coworker found sketches Mr. Daumer had made.” She reached inside her bag and removed a sketchpad. “The drawings are.. . disturbing.”
He frowned, then pulled on gloves and reached for the pad.
His anger mounted as he flipped through the pages. The crude drawings depicted a female tied to a bed, blood splattering the sheets, the floor, and the walls.
The Satanic S the man had drawn was similar to the S formed by the burning bark.
Dammit, he had to find Gerald Daumer. He might be the killer.
The Seer bowed before Zion’s throne, the fire blazing and heating her back. She had been assigned to track Dante and detect any obstacles that might stand in Zion’s way.
Zion waved his massive hands. He was ready for the anarchy to begin.
He’d already commissioned his minions to spread the evil and escalate the attack on humanity. Soon he would join them on Earth to aid in the wars.
“You have seen my third son?”
The Seer lifted her head, her black eyes glinting with a streak of purple. “Yes?’
“Have his brothers found him?”
“Not yet.”
“Good. I will find a way to pit them against one another.”
The Seer nodded, but her reluctance to share what she’d learned about his third son raised Zion’s suspicions. “Tell me about Dante,” he commanded.
“Master, I’m afraid he is not the man you thought. He has made it his life’s work to protect the town.”
“No!” Zion roared. “Dante is my hope. He is a fire-starter as I am. He has great powers.”
“I’m sorry, Master, but he went rogue at his initiation years ago and refused to kill the girl he was assigned to hunt.” Venom laced her voice “He has a weakness for women and children, and to this day enforces that code.”
“Tell me about this girl—this woman,” Zion said, seething.
“She is some kind of doctor and is obsessed with research into violent and aberrant behavior. Worse, Zion… she is Dante’s soul mate, the one who has the power to restore his humanity.”
Fury rolled off Zion in waves of shooting flames, crackling against the black walls of the cave. “Has my son mated with the woman yet?”
“Not yet,” the Seer replied. “But, Master, if they copulate on the night of the Hunters moon, they will produce a child.”
The Hunters Moon—that was only days away.
“This child cannot be created,” Zion roared. “Not now. Not ever.”
Chapter Eight
Guilt plagued Marlena. “The police are looking for Gerald. I hope they can bring him in without hurting him.”
Anger flashed in Dante’s eyes. “How can you be concerned about him after the brutal way he killed Jordie McEnroe?”
Marlena sucked in a sharp breath at the animosity in his tone. With that scar running down his neck into his shirt he looked dangerous.
“We don’t know for certain that he killed Jordie. I need to question him further.”
Dante slapped one hand on top of the sketches. “This looks pretty damning to me.”
“Fantasizing about doing something and actually committing a crime are two different things,” Marlena said.
A muscle ticked in Dante’s jaw. “True. But if this maniac hasn’t killed, then he’s going to.”
“Not necessarily,” Marlena argued. “There have been cases where people who witnessed a crime were so traumatized that they drew pictures of the crime scene, and other cases where they even confessed as if they had committed the act themselves.”
“Which means Daumer might know who the killer is,”
Dante said in a harsh voice. “All the more reason to hunt him down and bring him in.”
Marlena stiffened. “You say hunt as if he’s an animal.”
“Whoever killed Jordie is an
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