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book…find Inanna's spell and make Morgan your
first…
    No…she had something better hidden
upstairs, something she'd been saving to use on Jason.
    She felt something around
her neck and realized it was Manuel's hand. His eyes were dark
pits, his First Born up front. His teeth were also extended. Oh God…
    " Who were you talking to, Rhonda? Who
wants to kill me?"
    No! He…she…they heard the voice? She
grabbed at Manuel's wrist and called up the first spell she thought
of—one that would flay the skin.
    But fast as she tore the skin on his
forearm, muscle and flesh grew back.
    "I'm not afraid of you, Rhonda Orly…"
Morgan/Manuel smiled as he held her by the neck and she tried to
pry his hand free. "And now I have something to take to the
council…there's someone else in your head, isn't there?" he leaned
in close to peer into her eyes. "Well, well…come on out and
play—"
    And it did.
     
    •••
     
    Neither of them said
another word after Dags shut off his iPhone. Truth be told, Jason
was trying to figure out what to say. Where to begin? How does one say things
like Your girlfriend is insane? Your
girlfriend ripped the memories of your lover from you so she could
have you?
    And worse to him, Your girlfriend locked away half of your power so
she could control you and has upset the balance again.
    None of it was going to be easy to
say. He wasn't even sure Dags was going to swallow it. But he was
sure as long as they were tucked away in his condo—the one only he
and Nick knew about, not the one the other Revenants used now and
then—he would have time and opportunity to come up with
something.
    But as he turned the car into the
underground garage of the high-rise in Buckhead near Lenox Mall,
and not too far from the joint condo, Jason felt a slight nudge
against his senses.
    Old man?
    Yes…I feel it.
    What is it?
    I…I don't know. It might
be Powers.
    Damnit . Jason continued into the parking garage and passed where
his car was usually parked. No need being routine. If these were
Powers he was sensing, then they'd somehow figured out where he
really lived and which was his parking spot. Slipping the car into
an open slot at the far end, with no other cars around so he could
see the garage better, Jason reached under his seat and pulled out
his Glock.
    Dags frowned. "What's going
on?"
    "Can you sense it?"
    The boy shook his head, then his gray
eyes widened. "Yes I can. What is that?
    "Not sure. Might be
Powers."
    "I don't remember Powers ever feeling
like this." He started patting himself down. "Oh shit. You have a
spare? I didn't come prepared to fight."
    "No. I don't. This'll dispatch them if
they are Powers," he opened the door.
    "And if they aren't?"
    Jason didn't answer as Dags also
exited the car. Instead he held up his hand toward the younger
man—even though physically they were around the same age—in a
gesture of 'stay back.'
    Two figures in black dropped from the
ceiling at that moment and landed in front of Jason. They both had
guns, and marks on their faces. They were Powers, all right. And
from the marks, they were Adiran's.
    Made by Zoë's father.
    "Well, well, well…looks
like he was on the money," the male said on Jason's right. Shaved
head, pierced ears, and tattooed body, he loaded his weapon. "Look
back there. That's the Grimoire , ain't it?"
    The other was female. Only the body
shape gave it away, as her head was shaved as well. Her face was
pierced in several places. Both wore black leather and black
jackets. The reality was both of them were technically dead, their
bodies reanimated by Ethereal magic.
    "Yeah, that's him. I can tell from the
pretty face. They say he's a looker. I say we get rid of the old
fanger here and have a bit of fun with the Magic Book. I could take
a piece of that—"
    Two shots, both through the center of
their foreheads. The smoking gun rested in Jason's hand as the
Powers fell and then dissolved into black goo.
    "Idiots," Jason said. "All that
talking was