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by his other blood demons. She didn't know how many
blood demons he had under his command and control. None of the
demons lived at the castle with Kron.
    Charlene had her own place in
the city. Or rather, Kron had given her a neat, luxurious loft in
the city, fully furnished and completely rent free. Kron made it a
point to provide lavish housing for his underlings. He also made it
a point to house his henchmen and henchwomen separately, away from
one another. She had never met Kron's other demons. Just last
night, after she brought him his supper, he had told her to wait
outside his study. She'd heard voices, shrieks and screams coming
from the study but when the doors flew open, she had found Kron
completely alone, smiling and seated calmly behind his huge desk.
    Divide and rule was always the
strategy of an insecure despot.
    She might be a newly Made
demoness, but she wasn't born yesterday. When she bled, she had seen
that her blood was still red, not black. And Kron didn't seem to
control every aspect of her. He could Summon her, and once she heard
his voice in her head, she would have to teleport to him immediately,
or he would yank some invisible leash and drag her through the Abyss
to him. Kron had delighted in showing her how the Summoning worked
on her very first night as a blood demoness. Being dragged through
the Abyss again was no fun at all, to say the least.
    But the scare tactic had
backfired on Kron. Charlene's initial fear and awe of the demon lord
had dropped many notches after that stunt. She had absolutely no
respect and regard for insecure, impotent bosses who scared their
underlings into submission.
    Charlene had dealt with jerks
and creeps before as a human. She had seen how some male colleagues
and bosses tried to abuse their authority and power at the work place
and at home. Fear had been one of their often-used weapons. Fear of
reprisal, fear of violence. To get away with their corruption and
cowardice, they would try to scare their subordinates or family into
silence and submission. She had learned to stay away from such
people for the sake of her little sister, her only family. She
needed to stay safe, sane and functional.
    Kron was her demon Maker. He
could Summon her and yank her leash, but he couldn't control her
actions and her choices. Even demons had free will. So—as
long as she brought him what he wanted, she was free to roam the city
and do her own thing once she had discharged her duty.
    Charlene stared at the
snarling hyena and sighed. Should she drop this one off at the
animal shelter, the zoo, the police station, or near a watering hole
she knew was frequented by PAC Enforcers? The beast lunged at her,
and Charlene dodged its teeth at the last minute. Digging her claws
into its back, she held it tightly and teleported away.
    She would drop this off near
the watering hole.
    Then she would go back to her
apartment, rinse off all this grime and blood, and begin her search
for her sister. Charlotte was no longer living in their old house.
It had been sold, and Charlene didn't blame her. The house probably
held too many painful memories for Charlotte. The girl had lost both
her parents, and she'd had to watch her big sister die. After
Charlene's 'death', getting rid of the place and all those terrible
memories was the right thing to do. The only thing to do.
    But where could Charlotte be
living now?
    Charlene would search the
whole city, scour all the streets and alleys to find her little
sister.
    Live , she had told
Charlotte. She had lived, and she was sure Charlotte had as well.
She knew that Charlotte was alive. She could feel it in her bones,
in her heart, in her very soul—assuming she still had one.
    She was back in New Moon City
just three days. And already she had so much blood on her hands.

CHAPTER
FOUR

    Glenn misted into the lobby of
the PAC Headquarters. Stanley, the night security guard, greeted him
without batting an eyelid. “Good evening, Mr Constantine.”
    Glenn