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the cuffs and collar. The hood was thrown back, revealing his dark, close-clipped hair and the gray streaks at the temples that made him look older than his forty-five years, though his body was big and strong beneath the robes.
    His right sleeve was pushed up to reveal the chitam glyph that tagged him as a member of the boar bloodline, along with the mind-bender’s talent glyph and the mark of an elite warrior-priest. Between those marks, though, was a bare patch where he’d once worn the jun tan ‘‘beloved’’ glyph for his wife, along with two smaller chitams representing his twin sons, all three of whom had died during the Solstice Massacre.
    ‘‘Red-Boar.’’ Jox reached out and gripped the other man’s shoulder. ‘‘We have—’’
    At the touch, the Nightkeeper exploded off the floor and grabbed Jox by the throat. Pain seared at the point of contact, and a terrible scream erupted in Jox’s head as the Nightkeeper slammed him against the wall and held him there.
    Red-Boar’s eyes seared into him, gleaming with power, with hatred.
    Jox flailed, trying to shout at Red-Boar, to tell him to snap out of it, but all he could manage was a panicked gurgle. His vision went gray at the edges, telescoping down to the blackness of the Nightkeeper’s eyes.
    Then the other man blinked. And let go.
    Jox landed in a heap, gasping for breath.
    Red-Boar crouched down beside him, not to aid or comfort, but to hiss, ‘‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing, winikin ?’’ In his rasping voice, the title was a slur. ‘‘You know better than to interrupt magic.’’
    ‘‘And you should’ve known better than to jack in the moment you felt the barrier come back online,’’ Jox got out between gasps. ‘‘You should’ve damn well checked on Strike first.’’
    ‘‘You forget your place, winikin . I—’’
    ‘‘He’s gone,’’ Jox interrupted, and had the satisfaction of seeing the other man go pale.
    ‘‘He jacked in without an escort?’’
    ‘‘He vanished in front of five witnesses.’’ Jox mimicked the woman downstairs: ‘‘ Poof .’’
    Red-Boar’s breath hissed out as he made the connection. ‘‘Shit. Teleport.’’
    Strike’s father hadn’t had an innate talent beyond the warrior’s mark—only about one in three Nightkeepers did—but his father had been a teleport, as had a couple of other jaguars in the generation prior. So, yeah, that made sense. But it wasn’t good news by any stretch. Teleporting was a tricky talent—the user had to link to a person or place first, then initiate the ’port. Jumping blind was . . . well, it wasn’t good.
    ‘‘Can you track him?’’ Jox demanded, almost afraid of the answer.
    ‘‘I can damn well try,’’ Red-Boar said, yanking open the door and heading for the stairs.
    But his voice made it sound like ‘‘probably not.’’

CHAPTER TWO
    Leah woke in pitch darkness, bound and gagged and draped over a man’s shoulder. There was no moment of confusion, no gap between unconsciousness and memory. She came around sick with rage over Nick’s death, and with fear at knowing she’d walked into Zipacna’s trap and given him exactly what he’d wanted.
    We’ll see about that, she thought, fanning the anger because she knew she couldn’t afford the fear. She had to be strong—for herself. For Matty and Nick. For her parents, who shouldn’t have had to bury one of their children, never mind both.
    Forcing herself to focus, she examined the situation, using her other senses when the darkness left her blind. Her captor’s footsteps crunched on gravel, maybe coarse sand, and there was a faint rasp, as though he was trailing his hand against the irregular wall she sensed right beside them. Other footsteps grated ahead and behind, suggesting a single-file line of five, maybe six people. Vibrations echoed from a wall and ceiling very close by, and that, along with the darkness, said they were in a tunnel of some sort. But water