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Do you know how much Wil misses you?"

"I hate them," she spat. With the angry look in her eyes, I expected to hear thunder rumbling somewhere. "I hate them all. Even him. I never belonged there. This is my world."

"Not if I pack you up and send you to Catholic boarding school somewhere," I mused, rather entertained by the idea.

"They'd never be able to hold me."

"I was joking. Geez, doesn't sarcasm run in the family?"

"You'll never be able to hold me either. Your men got lucky, and you know it. I've been dodging them for weeks, each time they thought they had me."

I rolled my eyes at her smug attitude, secretly wondering what the hell I was going to do with her now. I'd spent all this time hunting her and had almost gotten used to the idea that she was gone for good. Now that we had her, I was at a bit of a loss. Never would I have guessed that my guards would inadvertently stumble across her while looking for Moria. In the midst of my puzzling, Jasmine's words suddenly replayed through my mind.

"My guys have never found you before," I said. "Believe me, we've been looking."

Jasmine stared at me like I was crazy, which was something, considering that she was the one who needed to be on medication. "They almost got me last week. Maybe they were just too embarrassed about how I nearly drowned them with a tidal wave to tell you."

I shot a questioning look to Rurik, who shook his head. I turned back to her. "Those weren't my guys." A strange thought suddenly occurred to me. "Were they human?"

"No, of course not."

"Are you sure?"

Jasmine gave me a narrow-eyed look. "I know the difference between humans and shining ones. You're the one who's in denial, trying to act like you're all-human."

I doubted she would say that if she had any idea what I'd been contending with here lately. Her obnoxious adolescent attitude aside, I was thinking again about what she'd said. She'd spoken of nearly being caught...by whom? I thought back to my meeting with Moria and her babbling about the Red Snake Man. I'd made a huge leap about Art being responsible for kidnapping her and the others.

Again, I slowed down my racing mind to think of other options. It was possible that Moria's red snake was something entirely different. Or, maybe she'd just run into him here. Like all shamans, he probably crossed over every now and then. Maybe she'd seen the tattoo then. Or, perhaps most likely, was my earlier notion that Art had simply banished her back. All of that seemed more plausible. Yet was it enough to cause Moria such terror? That was the repeated question with no answer.

And now here was Jasmine, also talking about abduction. It seemed too much of a coincidence that that would happen while other young girls were disappearing.

"Were they brigands?" I asked Jasmine. "Like...sort of rough and dirty types?"

"They were guards or some other kind of fighter," she said. "Stop trying to act like you had nothing to do with it. I know the difference between a bunch of gross beggars and trained soldiers."

"Yeah, yeah, you're a freaking genius," I muttered.

"That's not hard, compared to you."

"Oh, look at that. Sarcasm is in the genes." When I was younger, I'd hated being an only child and had longed for siblings. I'd never in my wildest dreams imagined this was what I'd end up with. "What did these guys look like? Were they in uniform?" My guards' uniforms were mismatched. They all had leather armor, but Dorian's recruits wore the green of his army while mine had blue left over from Aeson. Some just wore whatever color tunics they wanted.

"I'm not telling you anything else," she said. "Now let me go!"

There was almost a whine to her command, making her seem very much her age and less like someone literally set on world domination. Of course, there was no way I was letting her out of this place, not when she was clearly willing to spread her legs for anyone who might help fulfill our deranged father's grand plans.

Then, staring at her young face, a new thought occurred to me. I was always so concerned about her wanting to get pregnant that I never paid much attention to the idea of her facing the same risks I did. My queenly status had given me some reprieve, but there were still plenty of Otherworldly guys not