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was going to be sick. Hundreds of the same creatures that had come after them in the park lined the sidewalk opposite Le Grand Design. Hundreds. They stood shoulder to shoulder and stared toward the store in silence.
    The red moon had disappeared and rain now fell, great big drops of it that splattered up inches upon hitting the pavement. The alley behind them, the other storefronts—all of it had disappeared. There were only the trojans. It was truly a sobering sight. Gray mist mingled with shadows and light that slithered across their powerful forms. Massive heads with dark, silent eyes looked as if they could stare into her soul.
    “Shit,” she whispered.
    Logan ignored her, scooped her clothes off the floor, and tossed them at her none too gently. He turned around and she supposed she should be grateful for that, but she caught sight of the muscle that worked its way across his cheek, the tight set to his mouth.
    That spelled worry and that scared her more than anything.
    Trying to ignore the painful tightness in her chest, she dragged the jeans up over her hips and pulled the t-shirt over her head. Next she slipped her feet into the boots and straightened up, her gaze settled on the crowd outside.
    “What are they waiting for?”
    A long moment passed before he answered, his rough voice loud in the quiet.
    “They’re done waiting. The master has arrived.”
     

 
     
    Chapter Eight
     
      L OGAN’S SHOULDER HURT like a son of a bitch. He cracked his neck and put the pain aside. One of the trojans had latched on but good before he’d had a chance to snap the bastard’s neck.
    He glanced outside once more and frowned. A sore shoulder was the least of his worries.
    “You dressed?” Creamy flesh; soft, feminine lines; and long bits of hair flashed before his eyes. He shook his head aggressively. No fucking time for that either.
    “Yes.”
    Kira moved beside him—she barely reached his shoulders, though the determined chin and squared shoulders made her seem taller somehow.
    He knew it was a front . . . her fear hung in the air like a wet towel, its scent cloying and thick. For the hundredth time he cursed Askelon—or Bill, as the little fucker wanted to be called. This mission was a hopeless mess and at the moment he had no idea how he was going to get both himself and Kira to safety.
    Time was ticking and he knew his window of opportunity was fast leaving.
    Logan whirled around. “Where’s the exit?”
    Kira ran to the door and swung the deadbolt into place. He arched a brow. If the girl thought that would stop the mass of trojans she was sadly mistaken.
    “I don’t . . . I don’t think there’s another door.”
    His gaze moved over the entire room and he realized she was right. There was no door, no changing rooms. Nothing.
    A loud moaning rent the air and his beast shifted once again, the pull painful as fire ripped across his shoulder. The trojans were restless, waiting for the command from their master. As of yet, Logan couldn’t see the fucker, but he sure as hell smelled him.
    It was the traitor. The one who’d ended Kira’s life in the human realm, and Logan still had no idea who it was. If not for the human, he’d sure as hell find out. But he couldn’t chance anything. Her life was on the line and she was much too fragile.
    “There has to be another way out of here. You need to think and do it fast.” He motioned around the store. “All of this means something to you. That is what the gray realm does. It brings to life bits and pieces of your soul . . . of your memories.”
    She shook her head, not understanding.
    “You’ve been here before.” He stepped toward her. “Think!”
    The keening noises from outside grew louder. “They’re not gonna take a smoke break while you dive through the mess that is your mind.”
    “You’re an asshole.”
    “Old news.”
    She tugged a long piece of hair from her eyes and whirled around. She was completely still for a moment and