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is too weak to come to you.”
    That wasn’t right; he’d fed Katarina only a week ago. She should have been fine. His chi sustained her for weeks at a time. But it didn’t matter the reasons, he would go to her. He would always go to Katarina—she was what mattered most in his life.
    “Take me to her.”
    Kale dropped into Izzy’s back yard, shook the memories from his foggy mind and fished the house key out of his pocket as he made his way to the back door. He had to find the Succubus—he needed to see her face. He needed to reassure himself that while he wanted it to be her, it simply wasn’t… The Underworld had a heavy hand and Makyle and his brothers never relinquish souls. Their domain is for forever.
    Yet something niggled at Kale’s brain. The voice, the body, and the movements of tonight’s Succubus were all so similar to his Katarina. He had spent those precious months they were together committing everything about her to memory. Her silky golden hair, flawless curves, sinful lips and those emeralds that had looked upon him with such unyielding love—deep, open and even vulnerable when they would lay together. He remembered all the things that had made him love her so deeply. But time warps memories. It takes liberties with the details and while the voice was so familiar, he couldn’t guarantee that it wasn’t simply his desire for her to still be alive that drove him to want to believe.
    Kale sighed and let himself into the house.
     
    “You’re back sooner than I expected,” Izzy said from the kitchen counter. Her eyes never left the apple she was slicing.
    “And you’re up later than I expected,” Kale said as he reset the alarm.
    “I was hungry; have a seat.” She gestured with the knife to the table as she grabbed another apple and began slicing it. She moved to the microwave and pulled out a small, warm bowl.
    Izzy smiled wide at Kale as she set a plate with one of the cut-up apples and the small bowl of melted peanut butter in front of him.
    “Milk? Or would beer or tequila better suit you?”
    Kale raised a brow at her and dipped his apple in the peanut butter. Izzy had some odd choices in food combinations, but he found that the apple and peanut butter one wasn’t so bad.
    “Beer sounds about perfect right now.”
    “You got it.” Izzy grabbed her plate of apple slices and set a beer in front of him as she sat with a tall glass of milk.
    “Thanks,” Kale smiled as he popped the top off the pale ale and took a deep swig.
    Izzy eyes were glued to him as he tipped his head back. After he set the beer down, she was up and forcing his head back to look at his neck.
    “What the hell happened to you?” She ran her soft finger over what he guessed was the swollen and possibly bruised skin from the Trow ’s not-so-gentle touch. Kale pulled his head away from her and instantly felt bad at the look it caused on her pretty face. Izzy was more than Bain’s female. She was part of their family and she was concerned about him.
    Kale patted her arm and smiled at her. “It’s nothing. Eat your apple before it turns brown.”
    Izzy’s wide blue eyes studied his face as she reluctantly took her seat. “Are you ok?” she asked again, still studying his face.
    “I’ll be fine, Iz . I just had a little run in with a Trow .”
    “A Trow ? In the Human World?” Bain asked as he entered the kitchen, wearing a pair of low-slung pajama pants and nothing else.
    Kale took a second to look at Izzy. How had he not noticed she was in a short white robe and, he guessed, little underneath? Kale shook his head, glad he hadn’t come back in time to interrupt anything. Bain grabbed a beer, flipped one of the honey-oak chairs around to straddle it, and then let his eyes fall on Kale’s neck.
    “A Trow did that?” Bain asked as he tipped back his bottle of beer.
    “Caught me off guard—I didn’t even know he was in the alley.”
    “What were you doing in an alley?” Bain asked, no judgment or