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"Blood traitor!" Misley said quietly, still holding his own

"You will not find me such easy prey as the others," she spat

"What are you talking about?" he demanded "I saw the black smoke from the street My God, what has happened here?"

"You set this up Don’t play the innocent We all knohat you really are, Croatan" Miust

"I realize it is hard for you to believe, but I have only just ed to escape from a rather nasty stasis spell myself," he said sourly "I went to pick up Alfonso for our usual golf ga I know I’m trapped in the back of my own car As soon as I extricated myself I came down here to warn the others"

Mi the victiht, he’d been detained When it would have been so easy for him to leave the house from the back and coain by keeping her alive? Why didn’t he just finish it off? Gut her throat and be done with it?

"Where’s Lawrence?" Kingsley coughed as several explosions shook the ground beneath thee, but I couldn’t find hilo that Kingsley had lowered his dagger She could kill hi the truth? Or was his act just another part of the trap?

Before she could make a decision, there was a crash, and Forsyth Llewellyn appeared He was carrying the lied, and he sported a deep gash on his forehead So he had survived as well Mimi felt a little better Maybe there were one? After she had felled Nan Cutler, the rest of them seemed to have disappeared in the smoke

"Everyone else is dead," Mimi told Forsyth "You and I are the only ones left I saw Edent"

"Nan’s dead?" Forsyth Llewellyn asked, aghast

"She was one of the from the smoke "I killed her myself"

"You"

"C’sley said, suddenly pulling the two of theround in flasley wanted her dead, he sure wasn’t acting like it

"Thanks," she said, tucking her sword - again the size of a needle - back into her bag, which she sley didn’t reply, his face hardening as he looked above her shoulder Meanwhile, Forsyth Llewellyn looked utterly lost, sitting in the middle of the street with his head in his hands

Mihteenth-century villa was now a giant black fireball It was a crematorium The Silver Bloods were back And they had struck deep into the heart of the Coven

The Second Great War had begun