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"There's nothing you say I'd ever trust. Where's Kris?" she demanded.

"You aren't worried I'll tell him your little secret?" His gaze went to her stomach.

"You'll do what you will," she said and took a step toward the door. "You almost ruined my life once. I won't stick around for you to do it again."

"Just remember, there's nowhere you can run where we can't eventually find you."

She stormed out, blood pulsing and headache growing. She wiped sweat from her brow with a shaking hand. Sasha's words echoed in her thoughts, and she tried hard to give them no credence. She didn't know what he was doing there, but he couldn't be trusted.

Even if he had one of her secrets. She felt like crying again. Now more than ever, she had to leave, before Kris and Rhyn discovered her secret and brought down what fragile supports were holding up her world. She retreated to her floor and saw Ully in the hall.

"Kris has me slaving away," Ully whispered, looking around as if Kris was around the corner. "I just wanted to check on Toby. He looks better."

"He is," she agreed. "Is Kris with you in the lab?"

"He was, but he's prepping for the Council meeting. I'm getting ready to test the immunity blood. I'm also making a special poisoned batch to give back to the demons."

She shook her head, not sharing his excitement about his experiments. She entered the bedroom quietly to see Toby awake and trying to get an uncertain Lankha to play with his stuffed animals. Toby would make an awesome older brother, she realized, unlike her flaky sister. He'd need to be if she turned out to be much worse of a mother.

Grimly, she realized he may never have the chance, if Gabriel was ordered back for her.

* * *

Rhyn watched Ully inject one of the Immortals with some concoction derived from the immunity blood Sasha brought and lowered himself into a fighting stance. The Immortal rubbed the injection spot with a grimace, stretched, and climbed inside the ring in the lowermost basement in the castle.

Rhyn didn't wait for him to settle himself but struck first with his long, oak bo, a blow that caught the Immortal by surprise. He struck again, this time drawing blood. Ully, looking exhausted, moved closer, and Rhyn waited as well.

The wound healed itself quickly. Ully nodded in approval and scribbled notes on his iPad. The Immortal launched himself at Rhyn, and the two sparred as the scientist watched intently. Rhyn enjoyed the feel of a weapon in his hand and facing a decent opponent. He restrained himself as much as possible to keep from injuring Ully's test subject. Ully blew a whistle at last and motioned the Immortal over to check his wounds.

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