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over a Valkyrie for the use of an evil sorcerer—you’re not worried about our alliance with them?”
    â€œI’m going to take a page from your book and say that what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”
    â€œThey will know. Nïx will be able to see this.” Nïx, the half-mad Valkyrie soothsayer, had helped Rydstrom and Cade in the past. In fact, she’d put together this deal, though she’d given them no indication who they’d be working for.
    Cade had talked to her less than a week ago about Holly. Nïx had revealed nothing about tonight.
    â€œIf Nïx didn’t see that the Vessel would be one of her own before, she might not now. Besides, it can’t be helped,” Rydstrom said. “Nothing is more important than this job. It was Nïx herself who vowed this was our last chance to defeat Omort.”
    â€œDo you have a location on the target?”
    â€œGroot’s oracles have been searching for her. As expected, she’s here in this city.”
    The coming Accession was already pushing and pulling all the factions together in mystickal hotspots like New Orleans.
    â€œAnd we’re not the only ones who want her,” Rydstrom added. “Oracles, witches, and sorcerers are all scrying for her.”
    Cade could imagine. “You got a name?”
    â€œNo name on her. But we have her last known whereabouts, a place called the Hall of the Son of Gib. I know it sounds like typical soothsayerese, but it’s a lead.”
    A chill slithered up Cade’s spine. No. No way . The Hall of the Son of Gib. Or Gibson Hall—the mathematics building on the Tulane campus.
    Holly wasn’t a Valkyrie; yet those demons might have seen her in the predicted location and mistaken her for one. She had the right delicate features and slight build. They could have assumed she was the Vessel.
    Only one local demon faction would have had the resources to determine the Vessel’s location before Cade and Rydstrom—the Order of Demonaeus.
    â€œWe go for the Valkyrie tonight,” Rydstrom said. “I’ll be back at the house in two hours. Meet me then.”
    Two hours. Even if Cade was tempted to ask his brother for help with the Demonaeus, there wouldn’t be time to wait for him. “Yeah, will do.” Click.
    The wide wheels of his truck screeched as Cade cut across three lanes of traffic, careening over the median to speed back in the other direction.
    He knew where the Order of Demonaeus was located, had been forced to convene with their kind on more than one occasion.
    Cade had even seen their ritual altar. Was the sweet, impossibly innocent Holly stripped atop it even now?
    The steering wheel bent under his grip.

2

    S he woke.
    Her eyelids were too heavy to open, and she didn’t know if she wanted to see anyway. A quick mental survey of her body revealed terrifying things.
    She was lying on what felt like a stone slab, naked except for her jewelry, and with her long hair hanging down over the end, snagging on the rough edges. The stone seeped a deep chill into her body, so cold her teeth were chattering.
    They’d taken her glasses from her face, ensuring that everything within ten feet would be a blur.
    Deep-voiced chanting sounded all around her, in a bizarre language she’d never heard.
    Holly finally cracked open her eyes. No man had ever seen her completely naked before. Now a dozen indistinct figures leered down at her.
    One pinned her arms, another her legs. With a cry, she struggled against their grip. “Let me go!” This is a dream. A nightmare. “Release me! Oh, God, what are you doing?”
    The meds were messing with her brain. Surely she was hallucinating.
    When they didn’t answer, only continued their chanting, she pleaded, “Don’t do this,” but she didn’t know exactly what “this” could be.
    Though no electric lights were on in this dank chamber,black