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mind. And you know what happens to bad little girls, don’t you?
    Leave her alone. Please , he begged the demon. She cut through our enemy, preventing them from searching for — and finding — the box .
    At the word box , Doubt cried out. The demon had spent a thousand years inside the darkness and chaos ofPandora’s box and did not want to return. Would do anything to prevent such a fate.
    Sabin could no longer exist without Doubt. It was a permanent part of him and much as he sometimes resented it, he would rather give up a lung than the demon. The first he could regenerate.
    Just a few minutes of quiet , he added. Please .
    Oh, very well.
    Satisfied with that, Sabin stepped the rest of the way inside the cell. He bent down, placing himself at eye level with the girl.
    â€œI’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she chanted, as though she sensed his presence. She didn’t face him, though, just continued to stare ahead, unseeing. “Did I kill you?”
    â€œNo, no. I’m fine.” Poor thing didn’t know what she’d done or what she was saying. “You did a good thing, destroyed a very bad man.”
    â€œBad. Yes, I’m very very bad.” Her arms tightened around her knees.
    â€œNo, he was bad.” Slowly, he reached out. “Let me help you. All right?” His fingers lightly pried at hers, opening them up. The bloody remain fell from her grasp, and he caught it with his free hand, tossing it over his shoulder, away from her. “Now, isn’t that better?”
    Thankfully, his action didn’t send her into another rage. She merely released a deep breath.
    â€œWhat’s your name?” he asked.
    â€œWh-what?”
    Still moving at an unhurried pace, he brushed a strand of hair from her face and hooked it behind her ear. She leaned into his touch, even nuzzled her cheek against his palm. He allowed the caress to linger, savoring the softness of her skin when deep down he recognized the thin ledge of danger he walked. To encourage his attraction, to crave more of her, was to condemn her to utter misery as he’d done Darla. But he didn’t pull away, even when she gripped his wrist and guided his hand through the silkiness of her hair, clearly wanting to be petted. He massaged her scalp. She practically purred.
    Sabin couldn’t recall a time he’d been so…tender with a woman, not even with Darla. Much as he’d cared for her, he’d placed more importance on victory than on her well-being. But at that moment, something about this girl drew him. She was just so lost and alone, feelings he knew well. He wanted to hug her.
    See? You’re already craving more . Frowning, he forced his arm to fall to his side.
    A slight cry of despair escaped her, and maintaining what little distance there was between them became even harder. How could this needy creature have so savagely slain the human? Didn’t seem possible, and he wouldn’t have believed it had the story simply been relayed to him. He’d had to see it. Not that there had been much to see, given how quickly she’d moved.
    Perhaps, like him, like his friends, she was captive to a dark force inside her. Perhaps she was helpless to stop it from treating her body as a puppet. The moment those thoughts struck him, he knew he’d guessed correctly. The way her eyes had changed color…the horror she’d exuded when she had realized what she’d done…
    When Maddox slid into one of his demon’s violent rages, the same changes overtook him. She couldn’t help what she was and probably hated herself for it, the little darling.
    â€œWhat’s your name, red?”
    Her lips edged into a frown, a mimic of his. “Name?”
    â€œYes. Name. What you’re called.”
    She blinked. “What I’m called.” The shallow rasp inher voice was fading, leaving a dawning awareness. “What I’m—oh. Gwendolyn. Gwen. Yes,