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Stubborn and bullheaded, just like her. Their similar personalities had caused more than one fight between them. And she loved every minute of it. Men backed down when faced with her wrath.
    Not Derek. He stood toe to toe with her, not once giving her deference because of her sex. No pretty words, insincere smiles or empty platitudes.
    Lifting her lashes, she peeked at Revenant. When would they attack? What was the signal?
    His vacant gaze unnerved her. Still as a statue, uncaring of those around him, he stared at the ceiling. Why wasn’t he paying attention? Who the hell zoned out before a rescue attempt?
    Crazy human or whatever the hell he was. Could Revenant be human? Seemed impossible with all the stories she’d heard about him.
    Ozone hadn’t accompanied his spell when he’d healed her. Every mage smelled of ozone. How was it possible? Even Fae magic had an aroma, hazy and indistinct.
    She sniffed, and his scent triggered a wave of familiarity. A memory tantalized her, slightly out of reach. And with it, the knowledge that he wasn’t human.
    Which race, though, she had no clue.
    Curiouser and curiouser…
    The non-humans she’d seen or scented here were the ones locked up.
    How did he manage to fool them, and what race was he? Mage, demon or Fae?
    Vampires and werewolves were unlikely. Their weaknesses were too hard to hide. Vampires had the little quirk of combusting in the sun and needed blood for survival. The silver-threaded walls would have caused burns on werewolves, again outing them with ease.
    Demons and Fae had glamours meant to mask them. A skilled mage could do the same.
    Except her superior sense of smell would’ve picked up the differences.
    Ozone clung to mages, while the demons were more sulfurous. The Fae had a dreamy quality to their scent, like rainbows and mist. Revenant smelled like none of these, just hauntingly familiar.
    For once she wished she was a mage. Their ability to identify by aura alone would’ve been handy. It was next to impossible to fake or mask an aura, or at least she’d never heard of it happening.
    A light pinch on her big toe brought her full attention to the man in question.
    You’ll know when to attack.
    She could hardly hear the words in her mind now, a faint whisper from a forgotten dream.
    A mage , she thought, he had to be a mage .
    How else could he cast a mind-speaking spell? Rare cases occurred where a human had an affinity to magic, although this was the last place she’d expect one.
    She watched from the corner of her eye as he left the room, silent as his name. The other men paid no attention to him, engrossed in their conversations. Anger burned in her chest again, sharp and vicious, and her claws threatened to burst through her skin.
    The waiting scraped her nerves raw.

Chapter Five
    Victor kept his eyes front, ignoring the beauty of the Fae lands. Previous experience had taught him that the wild seductiveness hid treachery and death. Like the Fair Folk, the land opened its arms wide to ensnare the unsuspecting. His sister, Lilith, had learned that truth at the expense of her own sanity, and he’d been helpless to stop her descent into madness. One being could save her, and he refused, laughed every time Victor approached him.
    A sweet, lilting voice called out, “Play toys for me? Stop and stay for a while. You’ll forget all your cares.”
    The tinkling laugh promised paradise and decadence, an erotic blend of both. Even with foreknowledge, he found it hard to resist.
    Step off the path. Give his soul to that wonderful voice. Live a life of servitude. She’d bring him pleasure. Exquisite pain.
    Nothing else mattered, not the mission, not his life, not his sister…
    His sister.
    He shook his head trying to clear the fog wrapped around his mind.
    Must resist .
    Darkness and evil hid behind the innocence of that voice.
    The Fae delighted in destroying other races.
    “Seraphina, enough.” The sharp, commanding voice cut through the remaining fog in