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was left to him. Fangs bared, he snatched Munro’s neck in a choke hold, pounding his fist up into his face.
    “Damn you, Will! Why do you always go for the face?” When Munro thrashed against him, grappling to get free, they tripped on refuse. Boots, food containers, bottles.
    “Why do you always bluidy pry?”
    “I needed to know the truth!” Munro wrenched free, throwing a fist like a sledgehammer, connecting with Will’s nose.
    Bone shattered; blood spurted. They faced off.
    In a thick voice, Will said, “The truth?” Try this on for size: I am twisted. I am good and fucked up. His Instinct, quiet before his capture, was now silent. His beast had been uncontrollable during sex; now it constantly prowled inside him, right at the edge of rising, a danger to everyone around.
    Will might have been able to tolerate “normal” torture. In fact, over the centuries, he had done so bravely.
    But those sick experiments and the succubae attack . . . everything had brought him full circle. Always back to Ruelle. That bitch had hovered over him, harvesting his seed; Dixon had stood over him, harvesting his goddamned insides.
    Oh, aye, Nïx, she showed me my beating heart.
    With a roar, he barreled into Munro, sending them hurtling through the doorway, across the landing, and over the banister. They plummeted into the great room below, landing atop the coffee table, demolishing it. Wood exploded from the impact.
    The brothers scrambled up, kept fighting.
    “Did they test weapons on you?” Punch.
    Counter. Their sirens at unimaginable decibels . . . “Oh, aye, things designed to take out my hearing, my senses.” There’d been a reason those mortals had gone undetected just before his capture. “Good bluidy times!”
    With a sharp jab, Munro tagged him in the kidney, a particularly painful spot for both of them.
    Only problem with fighting your twin: you both shared the same weaknesses.
    “Were you vivisected?”
    The word made Will flinch more than the punch had. So he launched another fist. “Chest cracked open, organs plucked, then stapled back up? The prisoners called it a zipper in the chest.” A big seeping Y from belly to collarbones—something on the outside to keep you occupied while regenerating your insides.
    “This was done to you, bràthair ?” Brother. Now Munro seethed.
    “And I canna get vengeance!” No outlet to vent this rage.
    Will couldn’t decide which of his four enemies he hated more: the soothsayer who’d betrayed him, the Blademan who’d caged him, the scientist who’d tormented him, or the one who’dset it all in motion: Preston Webb.
    He lunged for Munro again, pummeling his brother, pissed because he knew Munro was holding back. His eyes had scarcely flickered, his beast as firmly leashed as usual.
    To hell with it. Will’s knuckles stung, his face throbbed. At some point in the last ten minutes, he’d begun to crave whiskey more than hitting Munro. With a final halfhearted blow, Will released him. As quickly as the fight had started, he ended it. They were both breathing heavily, both bloodied.
    At the same instant that Munro swiped his sleeve over his lacerated forehead, Will did the same over his shattered nose.
    Then he turned toward the liquor cabinet to root for a fifth. Ah, Macallan. Fine whiskey, expensive. He chugged it like water. The liquid stung his lips, swirling around temporarily loosened teeth. He couldn’t quite taste it with his nose full of blood.
    But Munro wouldn’t let this drop. “And what about the doctor I heard tell of?”
    Will clenched the bottle neck so hard it broke, shards digging into his palm while the bottom half fell and shattered all over the floor. “She took a special interest in me.” Her eyes wide behind oversize glasses, she’d softly queried, “Why should Chase be the only one with an immortal plaything?”
    Will had made her pay—but too late. The experiments and torture had dredged up all his memories. I’d thought I was