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the only devil you’ll find who can do this. Few vampires have the strength to make others.” Lucifer smirked, as if he knew what Seth was thinking. “And not all breeds can change others.”
    Most likely revenants among them.
    Seth’s eyebrows lowered. “All right. What would you want?”
    “Root access to the darknet servers. They’re in the Winter Court and I saw you at the summit with the steward. You two are clearly intimate. Have her give you access.”
    Marion probably didn’t know how to get in, either, but it would be an excuse to visit with her, and he wanted to visit. Badly. It was a drive both alluring and dangerous. “So you want root access. That means a login that lets you administrate the servers. Why?”
    “I’m a businessman and all the good business happens on the darknet. I want to be in charge of that.”
    “I’ll think about it.” Seth would have to think a lot longer and harder about whether he wanted to be a vampire than the darknet issue, though.
    Before he could leave, a familiar face on Lucifer’s television caught his attention.
    The news stories had switched over. Now January Lazar was talking about a young woman with heart-shaped features and hair the same shade as soil after rainfall. She was dusky in coloring, her flesh a shade too dark to be Mediterranean olive, her eyebrows strong and straight and almost angry-looking. That was what made the contrast of her white-blue eyes so shocking.
    Marion Garin stood beside a second familiar face, which Seth found less appealing. Prince ErlKonig of the Autumn Court had an especially irritating smile in the footage that January Lazar was talking over. The two of them were in Hollywood, walking from a limousine to a theater.
    Marion had a way of moving that made it look like she had wings, even though no such thing was visible at her back.
    “What’s happening there?” Seth asked.
    “The Voice of God has confirmed that she’s getting married to the unseelie Prince of the Autumn Court in a week,” Lucifer said. “They sent out invitations a few days ago and someone leaked it to the news.”
    Married .
    For a dizzying moment, Seth wasn’t surrounded by vampires in Rock Bottom anymore.
    He was a younger man waiting at the altar for a beautiful blond werewolf Alpha. She had been pregnant at the time. Seth had believed that the babies, the twins, belonged to him.
    It had been a snowy day when he’d been due to marry Rylie Gresham. And it hadn’t happened. Enemies had attacked their wedding before vows could be exchanged, blood had been spilled across the snow, and the nuptials had been interrupted.
    Then he had learned that the babies weren’t even his.
    Everything had fallen apart after that.
    Twenty years later, he was alone. Rylie was still running the largest werewolf pack in the world alongside Seth’s brother, Abel—the father of her children. Her werewolf Alpha mate.
    It still hurt.
    Seth had promised himself never to deal with that hurt again.
    He had sworn to be forever alone with that pain, letting old wounds heal, forgotten, while he dealt with a life beyond love.
    That pain had nothing to do with Marion’s wedding to Konig.
    Nothing at all.
    Yet the giant hole in his chest was hurting more than it had since he’d been eaten by the Hounds.

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    “ W e’ll assassinate her ,” Konig said. “Assassinate, dismember, and display her head atop the walls of Myrkheimr. I’ll see her skewered for this!”
    Marion reclined on the throne, massaging her temples to relax the headache holding her skull in a vise. It had started with the Raven Knights’ unsuccessful attempt to seize Deirdre, but it continued because Konig had been ranting about murder for the last hour.
    Jibril’s arrival hadn’t helped assuage his temper, either. The normally calm angel was only feeding into Konig’s fire.
    “You might have to settle for a less-favored appendage,” Jibril said. “I want her head on a pike in Dilmun.” That was the angel