Her voice bounced off the marble, echoing first in the large, ornately furnished room of Nick’s villa, then again off the dark water of the lake just outside the balcony’s open doors.Marina was shaking so hard her knees gave way. She landed on the cold black-and-white-marble floor next to the headless body. A thin pool of liquid midnight-colored ichor had already begun to spread, gleaming in the moonlight. The moment her eyes started to focus past the wash of tears blurring her vision, she could see that the body on the floor wore an expensive dark suit.Not Gabe. Nick.A broad hand touched her shoulder and Marina whipped around, her fangs bared, ready to defend herself.Gabe held up both hands in surrender. “It’s just me, sweetheart.”Her eyes darted around the room, coming back to rest on Gabe’s face. An angry red scar marred his cheek, the ichor already dried around the wound that had started to heal. “Where’s Vane?”“Gone.”“Are you certain?”Gabe nodded, holding out a hand to help her from the floor.
