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  A chill swept down Dougal’s spine. “Who?”

  Briathos regarded him sadly. “Leah Chin.”

  “No!” Dougal roared. He clenched his hands and shouted his rage to the heavens. Blood rushed to his head till he thought he would explode. With another shout, he smashed his prosthetic hand into the tiger statue, demolishing its head.

  “Dougal!” Connor pulled him back. “We need to stay strong.”

  He shoved Connor back. “He should have taken me!” The damned demon should have taken him. Not Leah. She hadn’t even wanted to learn how to shoot, she’d been so fearful of hurting someone. How could she survive surrounded by evil? How could he have failed her so completely?

  “Everyone, prepare yerselves,” Angus ordered. “We’re going into battle.”

  The Vamps and shifters rushed off to the nearby building where extra weapons and ammo had been stashed.

  Dougal strode toward the God Warriors. “How can I save her from evil?”

  Briathos sighed. “There is no cure for a demon bite.”

  Dougal’s prosthetic hand snapped into a tight fist. “He bit her?”

  “He took the shape of a black wolf and bit her. She has been infused with evil. The only way to save her is to return Darafer to hell. Then she will return to normal.”

  “Then let’s do it!” Dougal drew his claymore. “Where is she? Take me to her now!”

  Briathos regarded him calmly. “All will be revealed in due course.”

  “What? What the hell does that mean?”

  Briathos arched a brow. “It means all will be revealed in due course.”

  “I want to go now, dammit!”

  “Dougal,” Connor whispered. “Be respectful to the angel.”

  “I’m going crazy!” Dougal shouted, then turned back to Briathos. “Where is she?”

  “You will have your answer—”

  “When?” Dougal yelled.

  Briathos frowned. “Soon.”

  Dougal stalked away, shouting his frustration. What did soon mean to an angel? A thousand years?

  The Vamps and shifters returned to the courtyard, armed to the teeth. Rajiv’s cousin Jia had joined them, armed with a sword and three daggers.

  Headlights glowed in the distance as a vehicle approached the village. Were-tigers gathered around the jeep as it came to a stop on the riverbank.

  “Dougal, behold.” Briathos motioned to the jeep. “Your answer has come. And Leah’s good work has been rewarded.”

  The were-tigers escorted the driver of the jeep up the stairs to the courtyard.

  He was dressed in black with a long, hooded robe. When he pushed the hood back, J.L. gasped.

  “Wu Shen?” J.L. approached him. “What are you doing here?”

  “Who is that?” Angus demanded.

  “He’s one of Master Han’s top officers,” Dougal explained.

  Wu Shen gave them all a wary look. “I trust you will not kill me since I come with valuable information. I know where Dr. Leah Chin is being held.”

  “Why should we trust you?” J.L. asked. “You could be leading us into a trap.”

  Wu Shen lifted his arms. “I carry no weapons. I am at your mercy. My sister and her family were from the village that Dr. Chin saved. My niece, Yu Jie, told me how they were enslaved. I will take you to Darafer’s camp.”

  “How many men does he have?” J.L. asked.

  “Forty-five soldiers,” Wu Shen replied. “Several servants. And Lord Qing is there.”

  Rajiv sucked in a breath. “Did you hear that, Grandfather? I will avenge my father.”

  “I will come with you,” the Grand Tiger said.

  “Me, too,” Jia added.

  “How far away is it?” Dougal asked in Chinese.

  “About three hours by car,” Wu Shen answered.

  “Or three seconds if you travel with us,” Briathos added, then gave Dougal a wry look. “Will that be fast enough for you?”

  Leah jerked awake, her vision blurred with a red haze, and her head pounding with a constant throb of raging emotion. Hate. Hate. Hate.

  Anger slithered through her veins. Fury scorched her skin, hot and relentless. She wanted death. Destruction. Suffering.

  She jumped to her feet and stretched. A surge of power rippled through her muscles. She was strong. Invincible. Her heart thundered in rhythm to her pounding head.

  Hate. Hate. Hate.

  She glanced over at the neighboring cell, where Guang lay, his throat ripped out, his clothes drenched in blood.

  And she smiled.

  “That’s my girl.” Darafer moved from the shadow, his eyes gleaming with pride.

  “Master.” She recognized him at once and bowed her head. Only her master could be so beautiful. “How may I serve you?”

  He unlocked the prison door. “We have much to do, you and I. Together, we will create a new race.”

  “Yes.” She strode from the cell. She would be invincible. All-powerful.

  “We will rule the world.”

  “Yes!” How fortunate she was that the master had chosen her. “Thank you, Master. I will do anything for you.”

  “Will you die for me?”

  “Gladly.” Her mouth twisted. “But I’d rather kill for you.”

  With a chuckle, he led her toward the stairs. “Let me take you to your new quarters. You will be dressed in the finest silks. And have the finest weapons. In case I wish you to kill for me.”

  “Yes, Master.” She ascended the stairs by his side, each step reiterating the pounding rhythm in her head. Hate, hate, hate.

  Dougal studied the wooden barricade that surrounded Darafer’s camp. He and twenty-six Vamps and shifters had been joined by ten more were-tigers, including the Grand Tiger and his granddaughter, Jia. Briathos had brought them all here with a flick of his hand. He stood nearby with his unit of six God Warriors.

  Wu Shen had said there were forty-five soldiers inside, so their forces were fairly well matched. He’d come along but had decided to remain hidden in the woods during the battle. Angus had readily agreed. This way, Wu Shen could retain his position in Master Han’s army and, hopefully, help them again someday.

  “We could teleport in,” Angus suggested. “A surprise attack.”

  Dougal shook his head. “You might surprise the soldiers, but it would give Darafer and Lord Qing advance warning and they would teleport away.” And maybe take Leah with them.

  “Darafer must not know that we have come,” Briathos said. “Once we have surrounded him with seven swords of fire, he will be trapped and unable to escape.”

  “Jia and I have an idea.” Rajiv briefly described their plan. “J.L. said he’d do it with us.”

  “Your idea has merit,” Briathos announced. “You may begin.”

  Angus gave Rajiv a wry look. “I think I’ve been outranked. Go ahead. We’ll be ready.”

  Rajiv and J.L. left the cover of the trees, walking toward the camp and dragging Jia with them. She put on quite a show, cursing them and resisting, but they hauled her up to the front gate.

  “What is your business here?” a soldier yelled down from the ramparts overlooking the gate.

  “I wish to join Master Han’s army.” Rajiv motioned to J.L. “My friend wants to join, too.”

  The soldier snorted. “And why have you brought the girl?”

  “She’s a gift,” J.L. explained. “So you will accept us.”

  Rajiv pushed Jia down onto her knees. “We heard you have a vampire lord who likes pretty young girls.”

  The soldier hesitated, then whispered to another soldier, who rushed off. “We will inform Lord Qing of your gift. You will wait for his reply.”

  “Thank you.” Rajiv grabbed Jia, who attempted to scramble away.

  A few minutes later, the gate opened, and Lord Qing emerged.

  “No!” Jia screamed, but Rajiv and J.L. held her tight.

  Lord Qing’s fangs popped out, and with a hissing sound, he grabbed Jia. She kicked him hard in
the groin, and as he doubled over, howling in pain, J.L. whipped a silver chain around him to prevent him from teleporting away.

  “This is for killing my father!” Rajiv pulled out a dagger and stabbed Lord Qing in the heart, turning him to dust.

  Soldiers ran through the gate, shouting. Jia slashed at them with her dagger. J.L. and Rajiv pulled out swords they had hidden beneath their coats. The Vamps and shifters ran forward, their swords drawn, and the battle grew loud with the clanging of metal and the screams of the wounded and dying.

  Dougal and a handful of Vamps charged through the gate to fight the soldiers in the open courtyard. Briathos and his God Warriors zoomed past them toward the main building. Probably looking for Darafer, Dougal thought as he slashed his way toward the stairs that led up to the building. All he wanted was Leah. Was she inside?

  He glanced up and froze. She had emerged from the building, dressed in red silk with a dagger in each hand. It wasn’t the weapons that shocked him but the furious expression of hatred on her face.

  Darafer stood by her side, gazing down at the battle, his mouth twisted with contempt. “These soldiers are too weak. We will create an army that is even stronger!”

  Leah nodded, her eyes gleaming.

  “You’re going back to hell,” Briathos announced, suddenly appearing at Darafer’s side with his sword ablaze.

  Darafer stumbled back, his face growing pale as he realized he was surrounded by God Warriors and seven swords of fire.

  He pulled Leah in front of him.

  “No!” Dougal ran toward the stairs. Unfortunately, he had to battle a few soldiers on the way. He quickly dispatched them to hell and reached the base of the stairs.

  Darafer saw him and pushed Leah forward. “Kill him for me.”

  “Kill, kill,” Leah repeated as she started down the stairs.

  Dougal lowered his sword. Tears burned his eyes as he saw the hatred on her face. This was his fault. He’d failed to protect her.

  “Kill him!” Darafer yelled. “If I have to go back to hell, then I’ll make you live in hell!”

  With an angry shout, Leah rushed toward Dougal.

  “No!” The Grand Tiger leaped in front just as Leah’s dagger struck. He stiffened with a gasp, then collapsed against Dougal.

  “No!” Dougal grabbed the elderly man and eased him to the ground. Blood poured from his wound. “Why did you . . . ?”

  The Grand Tiger looked up at him, gasping for air. “For true love.” His eyes flickered shut.

  “No!” Rajiv ran toward them.

  A long, howling screech pierced the air. Dougal looked up to see Darafer stabbed through with seven swords of fire. His body wavered, then vanished.

  Leah jolted and stumbled on the stairs. Her daggers fell from her hands and clattered on the stone steps. She looked down at Dougal and the Grand Tiger, and her dagger stained with blood. Her eyes widened in horror.

  “What have you done?” Rajiv yelled at her.

  She fell to her knees and screamed.

  Chapter Thirty-one

  Dougal carried a tray of soup to Leah’s dorm room on the Japanese island. She was sitting on her bed, her knees clasped to her chest, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

  She didn’t say a word as he approached. Refused to even look at him. At least she’d stopped screaming. The pain in her screams had torn at his heart. Even Rajiv’s and Jia’s rage had dissipated as Leah’s screams of anguish had continued on and on.

  With the battle over, some of the Vamps had teleported the were-tigers and their fallen leader back to Tiger Town. The rest of the Vamps and shifters had returned to the renovated school.

  Briathos had stopped by, informing them that he would continue to monitor their situation. Darafer had been safely dispatched to hell, but if twelve of his disciples formed a ring and called for him, he might manage to escape. Briathos assured them, though, that Darafer’s arrogance had most likely given him a false sense of invincibility, causing him to neglect training his followers on how to retrieve him from hell. Dougal could only hope that was true, and that they’d seen the last of the demon who had traumatized Leah.

  “I brought you some soup.” Dougal placed the tray on the bedside table and perched on the edge of the bed. “And some lemonade. Ye like lemonade, aye?” He handed her the glass.

  She didn’t look at him or take the glass.

  “Leah, ye must stay strong so ye can recover.”

  No response.

  With a sigh, he set the glass down. “Ye still have important work to do here. Abby says the serums are working and the mutated soldiers are changing back. With Darafer gone, he canna interfere. We can bring in lots of soldiers, and ye can save them.”

  She frowned, then asked with a voice hoarse from screaming, “How is Rajiv? And Jia?”

  “They’re . . . all right. They’re staying strong. We all have to be strong.”

  A tear rolled down her cheek.

  “Something a bit surprising happened,” Dougal continued, trying to pique her interest. “It turns out the Grand Tiger left a will declaring Rajiv as his heir. It has all of Tiger Town worked up that the Grand Tiger bypassed his sons to choose Rajiv.”

  Leah blinked. “I think Rajiv would make a great leader.”

  “Me, too.” Dougal smiled. “But I hear Tiger Town is divided on the issue. Some are saying Rajiv should be their leader because they need to follow the Grand Tiger’s wishes, and Rajiv brought in allies to battle Master Han, and he killed Lord Qing. But others are saying he’s too young and inexperienced, and they’re angry that he brought in foreigners who caused—” He stopped when he realized where he was headed.

  “Caused what?” Leah grimaced. “Caused the death of their leader? Why word it so nicely when I murdered him?”

  “Leah—”

  “It’s true!” More tears ran down her face. “I killed him! And I would have killed you if he hadn’t stepped in the way.”

  “I wouldna have let you kill me.”

  “You don’t understand. I wanted to kill you!” She angrily wiped away tears. “How can you stand to look at me?”

  “Ye were no’ yerself. Darafer bit you, Leah. He forced evil on you. Ye had no choice—”

  “Oh, the devil made me do it.” She scoffed. “Where have I heard that excuse before? I’m no better than any other murderer out there.”

  “That is no’ true! Connor called Marielle to tell her what happened, and she said ye mustna blame yerself, that no one can resist the demon bite. Pure evil was unleashed into yer bloodstream. Even the toughest of angels, the God Warriors, succumb to it. If they canna resist it, how did ye ever have a chance?”

  She shook her head. “That doesn’t take away the result. I killed Rajiv’s grandfather. That beautiful old man is dead because I killed him! How can I live with that? Whenever I look in a mirror, all I see is a murderer!” She turned away and closed her eyes. “Leave me alone. Please.”

  The next evening when Dougal awoke, he rushed upstairs to see Leah. She was curled on her bed, sleeping, her hand clasping the jade dragon necklace. A tray of untouched food sat on the bedside table.

  He trudged into the cafeteria to warm up a bottle of breakfast blood.

  Abby was sitting with her husband and waved him over. “I’m worried about Leah,” she said as he sat down. “She hasn’t eaten a thing all day. And she doesn’t get out of bed except to go to the restroom.”

  Gregori patted his wife’s hand. “It’s natural for her to be depressed. Maybe in time—”

  “If she doesn’t eat or drink, she won’t have much time,” Abby insisted, then turned to Dougal. “If you can’t get her to eat, I’m putting an IV in her.”

  Dougal nodded. “I understand.” He understood that he’d failed her. If he had protected her, she wouldn’t be suffering now. “I looked in on her, and she was sleeping.”

  “Good.” Abby sighed. “For hours she was having nightmares, and she kept waking up screaming.”

  “M
aybe we should bring Olivia here,” Gregori suggested. “Or Marielle. Someone who can help her get through this.”

  Abby’s eyes glistened with tears. “I’m afraid she’ll never get through it.”

  A few hours later, when Leah had wakened, Dougal brought her a tray of food and begged her to eat.

  When she ignored him, he grew angry. “How can ye give up like this? I love you, Leah. We can have centuries together, but ye must be strong.”

  “I was going to kill you.”

  “That wasna you! Leah, I know how hard it is to live with regret and shame, but ye can do it. I’ve been doing it for almost three hundred years. Did I ever tell you how I escaped slavery?”

  “No. What happened?” She looked at him, and he took her interest as a positive sign.

  “I had my tin whistle with me, and I played it every night to comfort myself and the other slaves. What I dinna realize was that the master’s daughter was outside my hut every night listening. Then one night, I heard crying, and I looked out the window and saw her. I thought she was a servant girl, so I talked to her. She came every night, and we talked.”

  “She was your first and only love,” Leah whispered.

  “My first. After a few years, she figured out a way to save me. When we were running to the harbor, I told her I was afraid my brand would label me as a runaway slave and get us both into trouble. It was her idea for me to get the tattoo to cover the brand. The next morning, she paid a ship to take me on as it was leaving port. I wanted to stay with her forever, but she knew her father would never accept me. I promised to make a fortune and return for her as a man worthy of her. I told her I would find her again. No matter what. I would find her again if it took a thousand years. I spent a few years pirating and amassed some wealth, but when I went back for her, she’d been sent away, forced to marry against her will.”

  “So you lost her?”

  Dougal shook his head. “She was being sent to her new husband on a boat going up the Yangtze River. I followed after her, and I had almost caught up with her. I could see her boat, but then a storm blew in, and her boat capsized. I dove in to save her, but I was too late.” He looked away with tears in his eyes. “I failed her. She saved me from slavery, and I failed her.”