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Haven was possessed—a glimmer of evil in her eye that stole Kyana’s breath as Haven leaped with ease behind a folding card table. Her mouth spread into a grin Kyana had never seen before. The grin of a madwoman.
    â€œGoing to take me home, Kyana?” Her blue eyes were blackened with malice and as she spoke, her eerily long fangs caressed her bottom lip. “And to think I was just about to say good-bye to Daddy.”
    She couldn’t pull her gaze away from Haven to look at the man who had, apparently, sired her before Kyana. As she moved toward the table, Ryker’s hand held steady on the small of her back. Unwilling to risk him restraining her when she found her moment to pounce, she brushed his touch away.
    â€œWhy would you hurt your father, Haven? You don’t want to do this. This isn’t you.” She held out her hand. “Come with me, please. I can help you.”
    Haven cracked her knuckles and licked her lips. “Why would I want to hurt him? Do you want to tell them, Dad?”
    When the man did nothing but whimper, she continued. “He beat me every day until my mother finally got me out of here. His perversion took my innocence and stole Hope’s life. He killed her, and I’m not leaving till I taste his heart beating in my throat.”
    She glared down at her father. “It’s okay, Kyana. He’d like to see Mama and Hope again before the shadows drag his sorry ass to Hell, wouldn’t you, Daddy?”
    No, no, no . If Haven acted on her impulses right now, she’d never be able to live with herself once she’d been purged and made right again.
    Retribution made some stronger, gave them purpose and direction, but for someone kind and compassionate like Haven, it would slowly eat away at her soul until there was nothing left. It would steal the last of her humanity, and Kyana would lose her forever to Cronos.
    â€œHaven, you don’t want to do this,” she repeated. “Where’s the trident?”
    She’d hoped the reminder of her bigger task might pull Haven from the intent to kill. She was wrong. Haven ignored her and dove over the table, rolling across the floor and popping back onto her feet just inches away from her semiconscious father.
    â€œGet him out of here,” she growled at Silas before diving over the counter and knocking Haven off her feet.
    Haven crouched on the floor and hissed. “When I’ve given him a taste of what it’s like to be beaten until you can’t think without hurting, I’ll finish him off. Then it’s your turn.”
    â€œI can’t let you do this, Haven.”
    She threw back her head and laughed. “You don’t get a say. Because of you, I’m not bound by honor anymore.”
    Haven’s gaze shifted. Kyana didn’t need to look to know Ryker had moved behind her. That likely he was standing guard to allow Silas to get the human out of the trailer.
    Haven bared her teeth. “Don’t push your luck, Ryker. I don’t give a shit what you are. You try to stand in my way and I’ll kill you too.”
    â€œYou can try,” Ryker said, his voice so low and deadly that it caused the fine hairs on Kyana’s neck to stand up.
    For an instant, she wondered if Haven was out of control enough to attack Ryker. Haven knew what he was capable of, had to know that attacking him would be suicide. Kyana didn’t have to wait long to find out. When he stepped around her, Haven’s roar of outrage rattled the dirty windows and she threw herself at him. Ryker’s eyes swirled bloodred.
    He was going to kill her.
    â€œNo!” Kyana roared, launching herself at her best friend. Her sister.
    They crashed to the floor. Haven wiggled out from under her and charged again, but Kyana caught her ankle and pulled. Haven hit the floor with a bone-rattling thud.
    Behind them, she heard Silas shuffling Haven’s father out the door, and glanced up to