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needed her keen night vision to follow Tomas as he quickened his pace through the murk. A man’s voice could be heard somewhere ahead. Dry, like cigar ash. Herr X.
    Yasmin’s heart hammered in her ears as she crouched alongside Tomas at a stone rail. They were on the curved mezzanine level of some ancient amphitheater. Below them several terraces undulated to a floor at the base of the chamber.
    A lone figure sat on one of the terraces, throwing his voice to no one in particular. It was Herr X, looking thinner and more disheveled than Yasmin remembered.
    “…has been dispersed across Europe, One. With dark tissue my ghouls will be able to regenerate. Just like the lycans have done for so many centuries. This is our time now.”
    Silence for several, pregnant seconds. It was easy to imagine that Herr X had finally gone mad. But something made Yasmin stay on the reddest of red alerts.
    Her instinct proved to be correct. A husky laugh emanated from the shadows at the back of the amphitheater. A deep, corrosive laugh that rattled Yasmin’s nerves. She hadn’t felt this way since she was first divined in Berlin.
    A slight female figure emerged from the dark and the world seemed to become bleaker. She seemed no older than twenty five. Her blond hair was lank and oily. Her face was undistinguished save for a pair of large blue eyes. She wore dark jeans and a jet black t-shirt.
    But it was the way she moved that unnerved Yasmin. It was the shuffle of someone who had a severe physical disability. Her left leg seemed smaller than the other and was bent at an odd angle. Her right shoulder was raised far above the other, causing her to stoop awkwardly. Finally, the fingers of one hand were folded inward like a claw.
    Yasmin and Tomas watched in amazement as the girl hobbled to the center of the ancient stage.
    She paused to catch her breath. Her body seemed to flicker in the half light. For a split second she was some kind of lizard creature. Then she was an arachne. A wight. A tiger. A wraith. A towering giant. Then she was the crooked young woman again.
    “Could be a trick,” Yasmin said, struggling to keep the fear from her voice. “A hologram or something.”
    “If it isn’t,” Tomas whispered incredulously, “we all have a big problem.”

4
     
    Grand Providence, Bahamas
     
    It took all night for Florence and her friends to secure St Claire. They needed to remove all evidence of ever having lived there, which was no easy task considering she now had several lycan trainees under her wing.
    She preferred not to travel by day, but by the time everyone was standing under the gently swaying orchard trees at the back of the property the sun had cleared the eastern sky.
    “Where we headed?” Wilson asked moodily. Florence could understand his irritation. These trainees were just easing into a solid rhythm of training and now they were being shunted off into the jungle.
    “Emmaline will lead the way,” Florence said. “I can’t tell you any more.”
    “Some big birds over the shoals this mornin’,” Miss Garvey murmured, eyes locked on the pink sky.
    “Get down!” Julian barked, knowing the cluster of black specks for what it was. “Aquilan hit squad!”
    Florence cursed loudly and began hauling her charges over the low wooden fence at the back of the property. Hillside jungle beckoned to the south.
    “Run!” she shouted, waiting until everyone was off the property before she vaulted over the fence herself.
    Damn . That spy had worked fast . Only yesterday she and Julian had sought healing for his wound. Now they were on the run for their lives.
    Florence raced after Julian through the trees. Further up the hillside Emmaline was taking the lead, darting under the relative cover of a huge Moreton Bay fig tree. Florence caught up with the diviner there, feeling her body shift painfully. She bared her teeth in anger as she scanned the sky. It was hard to see through the jungle canopy but she glimpsed the approaching