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“This poor sweet boy is going to pay for your escape until you three get back here.” She patted Christian’s cheek. “Tell them, my child. Tell them to come save you.”
    Christian’s eyes flickered open. He was alive! Blaine sprinted into the kitchen and crouched in front of the fridge. “Hey, man, how are you doing?”
    The sky-blue eyes were hazy, and he looked past Blaine. “Nice digs,” he mumbled.
    “The best.” Blaine set his hand on the fridge, then swore when it seared his palm. It hadn’t burnt him when he’d used it before. The witch had twisted the stainless steel to her control already. “You’d like it. Got a sixty-five-inch flat screen.”
    Christian nodded. “You keep my room open. I’ll be there soon.”
    “Hello? There will be no off-site visitation.” The witch dug her fingernails into the side of Christian’s neck, and the warrior’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Tell them to come home, darling. You know you all belong to me.”
    “Trio, if you come back for me, I’ll kick your ass for all eternity.” Christian opened his eyes, and his gaze was unfocused. “You’d never let me give up my freedom for you, and the same rules apply.” He raised his hand, and Blaine set his palm against Christian’s. The stainless was cool, and he knew Christian was easing the sting of the steel between them.
    Which told him it wasn’t a delusion.
    Christian was really alive, and he was in Angelica’s clutches.
    Blaine didn’t give a shit what Christian wanted him to do. He was going find a way to bring him home, no matter what the cost. He didn’t care that it was an impossible task. He’d find a way.
    Unlike his parents, Blaine didn’t leave people behind. Ever.
    ***
    The moment Trinity’s finger touched the blue icon on Augustus’s iPhone, the restaurant disappeared into a world of blinding white. No contrast, no color, just a juiced up blizzard of nothingness.
    Reina’s fingers dug into her wrist. “This looks like heaven. I feel like I’m going to throw up.”
    “Augustus is involved, so there’s no chance of pearly gates.” But what was it? Trinity had no clue, but it was kind of unnerving her, given the close proximity of the whole bubble gum dust and murdering incidents and all. “I’m thinking this was a bad choice.” She hit the blue icon again, in case that would, oh, you know, reverse the process and spit them out into a spa or something equally delightful.
    No such luck, as there was a sudden din of large bells, and then they were in a cold, dank cave. It was so dark, they could barely see beyond the outline of rocks and the sound of rushing water.
    “I agree. Not heaven.” Reina relaxed her grip. “Gateway to Hell? River Styx, maybe?”
    Trinity’s stomach tightened. “Not funny, Rei. I’m a little sensitive about Hell these days.”
    “I wasn’t making a joke, sweetie.”
    “Oh—” A dim light filled the cave, and Trinity quickly looked around. Stalactites hung down from the ceiling, and water dripped into a small pool of shimmering aquamarine water. Exotic pink, yellow, and blue flowers surrounded the pool, and an inviting stone bench sat beneath a palm tree on a patch of tempting white sand. A rainbow colored fish did a double flip before disappearing into the sparkly depths. The sound of bubbling water filled the air, soothing and quiet.
    Or not so much. “Oh, man,” Trinity said. “It’s the lobby of the Triumvirate’s headquarters.”
    “How fantastic!” Reina pulled out a digital camera shaped like a dagger and began snapping pictures. “What a great opportunity. Death will be so interested in this report. He’s never been invited here.” She walked closer to the sandy oasis. “I could definitely get some points for reporting this—”
    “Ms. Harpswell.” A tall, elegant woman in a gold gown stepped out of the wall (um, hello? Solid stone, anyone?). She was wearing black stilettos, a diamond necklace large enough to put her in the