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As dawn approached at the end of the darkened night, and the moon sunk low in the sky, Xcor left don Caldwell After that ridiculous lymera, he and his bastards had reconvened at the top of their skyscraper, but he hadn&039;t been able to sto or talk of the aristocrats

Upon ordering his soldiers to return to their newest ho precisely where he had to go

To thetree

As he re-formed in the landscape, he saw it not covered in snow, but vibrant with fall&039;s colors, the oak&039;s branches not bare, but lush with red and gold leaves

Marching through the snow, hewhen he came to the spot where he had seen the Chosen for the first time and taken her blood

He remembered every bit of her, her face, her scent, her hair The way she moved and the sound of her voice The delicate structure of her body and the frightening fragility of her smooth skin

He yearned for her, his cold heart crying out in prayer for so that he knew fate could never provide

Closing his eyes, he planted his hands on his hips and lowered his head

The Brotherhood had found them at that farmhouse

The rifle case that Syphon used to keep the tools of his assassin&039;s trade was gone

Whoever had taken it had coht Which s and scattered for a new location

He knew the Chosen had been the cause of it He could think of no other way their lair could have been located And another thing was clear: The Brotherhood were going to use the rifle to prove with surety that the bullet driven into Wrath o had been froh of the So careful not to behave rashly and without cause - and yet he was obviously capable of using any weapon at his disposal

Not that Xcor would find blame with the Chosen - not at all He did, however, have to find out if she was safe He sih his enemies had wielded her, they had not mistreated her

Oh, how his wicked heart churned at the idea that she ht have been hurt in any way

As he considered his options, a cold wind blew in fro to cut hih He was already sliced in the heart

That female had slashed him in a way no ound ever could, and fro to heal up

Good thing he didn&039;t ever allow his emotions to show, for it was best that no one knew his Achilles&039; heel had finally, after all these years, come to find him

And now he would have to find her

If only to put his conscience, such as he had one, at ease, he was going to have to see her again