Death's Finest Hour

Chapter Forty

Faith had a cup of death in front of her. She peered down at it, nose wrinkles in disgust.

She'd been brewing that thing for hours. Damien had left her to it to get some work done. But now that she'd finished, he couldn't stay quiet for any longer.

"What does that do?"

"The potion's going to weaken me from the inside. I'm strong on the best of days, but when the moon rises, I'll be unstoppable."

Of course. Tonight was the night of the full moon. The night she'd been dreading.

Moving from realm to realm, they'd been able to avoid it for a while now. But it had to be faced head on sooner or later.

She couldn't run forever.

"Does it hurt?"

"Poisoning my insides?" She gave a drawn-out sigh. "Like a bitch."

A pile of metal clattered to the grass in front of her. Bane dumped a duffel bag and a pile of chains.

"Got you some more silver babe."

"Thanks Rod. You're a lifesaver."

With his foot, Damien nudged the bag open, biting out a curse.

It was full of daggers and knives—weapons she intended to hurt herself with.

Not happening.

As she and Bane tied one of the chains around a nearby pillar, he made his disbelief known.

"You don't really mean to stab yourself with those?"

"Course I don't." Relief. "That's where you come in. What? You thought I was going to stab myself?"

If she thinks I'm doing that...

Damien knew how wolves were with their mates on the full moon. He'd take the extreme affection over his woman repeatedly stabbing herself. Sounds like a dream. So what if she was supernaturally more obsessed with him?

"So, that trick you did yesterday with those bodies was...cool," Faith remarked. "Makes a girl wonder though why you don't just do that when we're digging up the graves."

"It's different. Those bodies are locked in coffins. And would you like to pry a bone off of a moving skeleton?"

Not to mention the power it took to do it.

"Hmm, maybe not."

"Got a few questions of my own for you, Miss Lupine." He towered over her, lips zeroed in on hers as Bane got to work on the other chains. "Number one—what will it take to keep those pretty lips shut in the face of danger?"

Not even Nadine was enough to keep Faith quiet.

"I got thrown into a tree. Big whoop. There's only so much Marina can do to an immortal with water. The key takeaway from yesterday should be that we make a pretty good team."

Yes, they did.

Killing Ryland hadn't proved much of a struggle, not even with Nadine and the demoness there.

"There's something else," he stated. "What you said to Marina—hose your Mother down. What does that mean?"

She bit her lip, tilting her head. "Nadine has your eyes. Ronan has your eyes. Don't you think Marina's look on the nose similar?" Marina's had been blue. The too bright blue he saw when he looked in the mirror. "She's also blonde." Reaching out, Faith ran her fingers through Damien's hair, softly tugging on the ends of it. "The same blonde as you. There's a lot of mystery surrounding Marina's birth mother."