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him startled looks. Roman was oblivious. His attention was all on Jerome. Anger crackled around the nephilim like an aura itself.

Jerome had been clearly distressed about something when Roman had entered, but now, in the presence of an underling, the demon put on the cold, haughty expression that was so typical for him.

"Funny," said Jerome. "I was going to ask you the same thing."

Roman glowered. "How the hell would I know? She vanished right before my eyes! You're the one that's supposed to have some sort of divine connection to her."

Jerome's face didn't twitch, but his words were like a gut punch to both me and Roman. "I can't feel her anymore. She's disappeared for me too."

I might have had no physical form, but cold fear ran through me nonetheless. An archdemon was connected to his subordinates. He always knew where they were and could tell if they were in pain. When Jerome had been summoned, that connection had shattered, cutting us off from our hellish "gifts." Now, the opposite had happened. I had been summoned, so to speak, and torn from Jerome. The Oneroi's words came back to me: He won't find you. He can't find you. You no longer exist for him.

"That's impossible," growled Roman. "Unless..." A troubled look came over him. "Someone's hiding her signature?" It would be terribly ironic if the scheme he'd once planned came to be through someone else.

Jerome shook his head and gestured to a waiter for another round. "I wouldn't be able to find her if that happened, but the connection would be there. I'd know she still existed."

You no longer exist for him.

"Is she...is she dead?" Some of Roman's initial fury had dimmed a little.

It wasn't an unreasonable question, really. I kind of felt dead.

"No. Her soul would have shown up in Hell." Jerome took a sip of his new drink and narrowed his eyes at Roman. "But it's not your job to ask questions. What do you know? You said she disappeared. Literally?"

Roman's face was downright bleak now. He glanced between Jerome and a grim, thus far silent, Carter. "Yes. Literally. She's been having these...I don't know how to explain it. She couldn't even explain it."

"I was there," Jerome reminded him. "She told me. The music. The colors." The sneer in his voice made it clear that he regarded those types of things as nuisances.

"It was like this weird force pulling her, enchanting her. It wanted her to come to it." Roman was repeating known info, possibly to make Jerome take it more seriously. "She called it a siren song and kept sleepwalking, trying to get to it. And then...and then tonight, she went to it."

"Did you see it?" asked Carter. It was odd to see him so serious and...well, confused. The former emotion I'd seen only a handful of times. The latter I'd never seen on him.

"I saw her disappear. Like, vanish into thin air. But I didn't see it exactly. I felt it. I could sense whenever it was around."

"What did it feel like?" asked Jerome.

Roman shrugged. "I don't know. Just...a force. A power. Not an entity exactly. And not something I could identify. Not a greater immortal or anything."

"That," declared Jerome, "is absolutely useless information."

Roman's anger returned. "It's all I've got! If you'd listened to her more, this wouldn't have happened. You let this happen. You didn't take it seriously, and now she's gone!"

Yelling at Jerome. Not a good thing.

"Be careful, lest I revoke your invitation," hissed the demon, eyes boring into his son. "And I did listen. I set you to protect her. You, apparently, are the one who 'let' this happen."

Roman flushed. "I was in the other room when that thing showed up again. I hurried in as fast as I could, but it was too late. Georgina'd already given herself up, and honestly...I'm not sure I could have stopped it anyway."

It was a big concession for Roman. Nephilim could inherit anywhere from none to all of their immortal parent's power. Roman was very close to having as much strength as Jerome but still lagged behind just a little. Additionally, the types of power wielded by greater and lesser immortals differed. As a type of hybrid, Roman might not have been able to fight what Jerome could have.

Jerome didn't push that point further. "So, we still know nothing."

"We know that whatever did this isn't one of ours," said Carter quietly, speaking at last.

"Yes," snapped Jerome. "Which only leaves a billion other things it could be.