"She's dead," Rhyn whispered. He felt as if he stood outside his body, watching the world around him.
"And the body …"
Rhyn grabbed him and smashed him to the ground. He staggered back, unable to control the power within him. Jared lay still for a moment before sitting up.
"That's some serious power," he said. His eyes began to glow again. "We make a good team, don't you think? We could do a lot together."
"Leave me be."
"For now, I will, but I'll be back to talk. I still owe you a favor. I overheard something you might want to know."
Rhyn flopped onto his back and covered his eyes with one arm. He was alone, roasting in the sun for a long moment before he sensed Kris approach. He lowered his arm enough to see his determined brother, unsteady on his feet with one arm in a sling.
"What happened, Rhyn?" Kris asked, sitting heavily on the ground beside him. "You're alive."
"I owe you one."
"Kill me," Rhyn said. "What?"
"You owe me. Kill me!" Rhyn snapped.
"I can hardly walk let alone lift a weapon. At one time, I would've probably agreed," Kris admitted. "What happened here? Where's Gabriel?"
"Took Katie to Death."
Kris was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "Not sure how to break it to Hannah. That would explain why the walls around the Sanctuary are in ruins."
Rhyn saw enough to see that what his brother said was true. He could look straight into the courtyard of the men's wing, and the furious Daniela standing in the middle staring at him. "I can't control it, Kris. Stuff just happens."
"I see. And Gabriel won't come back."
"Better not." Even as he spoke the words, he knew he'd never completely disregard his friend. He had one, now that Katie was gone. Even thinking of her made him feel as though his insides were burning and dying.
"Come to the Sanctuary. I'll figure something out," Kris said. He struggled to rise. "I'm staying here."
"Fine. I'll send Toby out to check on you. He's yours now, Rhyn."
"I don't want a fucking angel dogging me everywhere." "No choice. You were her mate, and Toby was hers."
Rhyn said nothing more, aware it was all he might ever have to remind him of the mortal intended to be his mate. If he had it to do over again, he never would've un-bound her. He would've taken her and run away somewhere safe where no one would ever find them, as he initially wanted to do. In all his years in Hell, he'd never known this kind of pain.