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haunches and hissed at the warrior, wishing for all he was
     worth that he could come through the bars. Of course he was too weak—they were keeping
     him drained of all but a few drops of blood, and he was virtually entombed in diamond.
     “Let me out, and we can talk about it,” he clipped.
    Ramsey chuckled, although there was no humor in the sound. “Can’t do that, friend.”
    Saber stalked slowly toward the cell door, his glare holding Ramsey’s in an unbroken
     glower of fury. “Sure you can,” he whispered. He gathered all his remaining strength;
     and then, moving as swiftly as he could, he released his claws, forced his arm through
     the bars, and swiped at the warrior’s face.
    Ramsey drew back in the nick of time, just barely avoiding the wicked gashes that
     would have otherwise been left in Saber’s wake. “What the hell—”
    “I want to see my brothers!”
    “What?” Ramsey spat the word. His face was a mask of incredulity.
    “My family! I want to see them. Call Napolean—let him know.”
    “Yeah,” Ramsey said mockingly. “’Cause that’s gonna happen.”
    “You bastard!” Saber snarled. “Keeping me in here like an animal, locked away from
     everything and everyone who matters!” He practically snorted in his fury. “You wanna
     kill me? Fine! D o it! But if not, then let me see my brothers.”
    Santos Olaru rose from his languorous position in a matching armchair across the room.
     He traversed the space in a wide, vulturine circle and slinked to his brother’s side.
     “What’s the problem here?”
    “Your boy is having a sudden bout of homesickness. Wants to see his brothers .”
    “Dark Ones?” Santos asked, frowning.
    “You know of any others?” Ramsey asked.
    Saber hurled himself at the bars. He grabbed hold of the slats for all he was worth
     and began to tug and pull, howling his rage like an animal, spitting curses and threats
     like a demonic creature. While the bars didn’t move, the heavens above them did. The
     moonlit sky gave way to utter darkness, revealing the fact that the clouds were starting
     to grow restless, and then the cosmic show began: Thunder roared in the heavens. Lightning
     crackled in the sky. Wind began to howl outside the windows.
    “Get me a sedative.” Ramsey’s voice was like a dark echo in a narrow tunnel, assaulting
     Saber’s ears from far away. His brain was too consumed with fury to decipher the meaning
     of individual words. He simply kept after the bars. He would break through eventually—or
     die trying.
    Before he could register movement, the door to his cell swung open, and he leapt indiscriminately
     in the direction of his captors, his lethal fangs extended in preparation for attack.
    The bite felt exquisite.
    Did the blood belong to Ramsey or Santos ? he wondered as he gulped it in hungry, desperate pulls. No matter. His jaw was locked
     down like a pit bull’s, and his feral growls were only interrupted by primal slurps
     and drunken swallows. Just then, he felt a sharp pain in his upper arm and thought
     he registered a syringe sticking out from his exposed flesh. He didn’t care.
    Nothing mattered.
    There was only blood.
    Damien…
    Diablo…
    And the madness.
    He began to stumble as his thoughts grew sluggish and the room began to expand and
     contract in great waves of illusion.
    “Did you get it into him?” one of the sentinels asked the other.
    “Yeah, I got him.” It sounded like Santos.
    “Son-of-a-hyena! I think he ripped half my neck out!”
    Saber drew back to look at his handiwork, the hanging, fleshy tissue around Ramsey’s
     throat. Yeah, it was Ramsey’s. And…and…why was the floor shifting like that?
    For a second, his mind grappled with the question, trying to grasp hold of the answer:
     a sedative?
    His captors had drugged him, but then…
    The thought dissipated.
    Along with his conscious awareness, the world around him collapsed into a cavern of
     pressing darkness and ghostly