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obligations for the first time. Resenting them. When he backed away, her brows drew together. “Then you leave me no choice, Rydstrom.” Just when he wondered how she knew his name, the road began disappearing, as though the earth had
    been draped, disguised. He twisted around. An illusion all around him. Behind him, he heard a clang like the door of a jail cell slamming shut. As the
    chimera vanished, realization hit him.
    “You’re Omort and Groot’s sister. Sabine, the Queen of Illusions.” She’d opened a portal into a dungeon, then disguised it as just a continuation of the road. “Very good, Rydstrom.” He’d warned Cade that their enemy would stop at nothing to thwart them in their quest to get that sword.
    Rydstrom hadn’t known the sorcerer’s sister was in league with Omort, or that she was this powerful in her own right. And if the rumors were true…
    Then she was even more treacherous than either of her brothers. The most beautiful female Rydstrom had ever seen was the most evil. Or maybe this wasn’t her true likeness at all. She’d probably given him exactly what he needed to see to become spellbound. “Show me your real form.”
    “This is.” She smoothed her palms over her breasts and lower. “I’m so pleased by how much it arouses you.”
    Even now it did, and he despised her for it. “Why have you done this to me, Sabine?” “It’s not obvious?” With a flick of her pale hand, she directed his gaze to a bed in the center of the cell. It was uncovered and unadorned—but for the chains at the head and foot.

7
    Y ou’re a… slob, ” Holly murmured with a shudder, aghast at Cadeon’s living quarters.
    “Tell me how you really feel, Holly. No need to hold back.”
    Shirts hung over lampshades. The floor was dotted with old pizza boxes and crushed beer cans. DVDs were strewn everywhere, some with titles that had her flushing with embarrassment.
    The chandelier that hung overhead had seventeen lit bulbs and ten bulbs out. She itched to knock out two more to make both numbers divisible by three. “This is…how can you…you live like this?” When they’d first pulled up to this estate, she’d been impressed by the luxurious Garden District residence, one not far from her childhood home. They’d driven through wooden gates past the mansion to this pool house—
    which was also striking, easily twice as large as her spacious loft.
    But inside, chaos reigned. “Didn’t know I’d be having company.” “Would you have cleaned if you had?”
    she asked. With a shameless grin, he said, “Nah.” Taking her by the elbow, he steered her to his bedroom, then into
    a bathroom that thankfully wasn’t the biohazard she’d been expecting. “You’ve got five minutes. Clear?”
    Holly nodded silently, still stunned by the disorder, shaking from the need to fix it. “This is not the time to be peering at your new ears in the mirror or examining your claws.” He turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. “Just get the blood and swamp water off.”
    He picked up a shampoo bottle, and must have found it empty, because he tossed it. “I’ll be back.” He jogged out. When he returned, he had a towel and washcloth over his shoulder and his hands full of miniature
    shampoo and conditioner bottles. “My flatmate can’t pass up anything free. There should be some you’ll like.” He opened the glass enclosure and carelessly dropped them into the tub, where they scattered randomly.
    Random. Holly hated random. Tossing the towel and washcloth on the counter, he said, “I’ll dig around, see if I can find you something to wear that won’t swallow you. Call me if you need anything else.”
    When he closed the door behind him, she locked it. After tugging the filthy shirt over her head, she folded it and the towel as well. She grabbed the washcloth, then stepped under the steaming cascade. All around her feet, bottles rolled with no order, no design. They taunted her. She knew she