Page 92 of The Fate of Black Hearts

All the brothers chuckled.

Dom balled up his fist but did’t hit anything. “This demon must’ve disguised itself as my brother to infiltrate the Mage Conclave. More recently, he’s been masquerading as Ian Lanzo.” Themhismust’ve been a distraction. Perhaps, a demon prince was too powerful for a simple reveal spell. He must’ve been posing as both Marik and Ian, but to what end?

“You have a brother?” Roman craned back. “There’s more than one of you?”

“It’s not as if he’s my twin. He’s more than likely been dead for a long time.” A wave of regret hit hard. “Deep down, I knew that wasn’t him.”

“I can’t tell if you’re sad about it.”

“He must’ve gotten into something he should’ve known better than to mess with.”

“Why would this demon take her?”

“I don’t know yet. This creature has tried to get me imprisoned and then killed more than once. I bet he gave the curse to the monarch of England. That means he’s after all of you as well. He would’ve had access to the curse and an understanding of its nuances since it was one of his kind that wrote it. Maybe he, himself, was the author.”

“Do you think he would kill her?”

He compressed his lips. No guarantees. They may show up only for her to die immediately. Or she may already be dead.

Roman’s face paled and his eyes went wide.

“We don’t have time for you to panic.” Dom crossed his arms.

“I’m not.”

“I need you to ask Michael to help us. He’s the archenemy of the demon princes.”

Roman pointed at Ky. “That’s Ky’s angel, not mine. We can’t order them around, though. They appear when they want.”

“Let me see your tattoo, Ky. I want to talk to it.”

“How do you know about that?”

Dom closed his eyes and tried to seek inner calm, even though inside he was the one panicking. “I’ve deep read all of you more times than I can countwhen you showed up on my doorstep to have me deal with things you couldn’t heal. Let me see it.”

Ky pulled his blonde hair into a messy bun. He unbuttoned his shirt and lifted it off his left shoulder. An intricate tattoo of an angel in armor kneeling while holding a broadsword in front of him spanned Ky’s biceps up to his shoulder.

Dom leaned in. The intricate blue tattoo blinked at him. “Michael, I think Leviathan is roaming freely in this realm. We could use a bit of help. You know she’ll try to fight it alone. Will you come?”

The angel shrugged.

Not the answer he wanted. “Do you think he’s after her…Mary? Do you think he wants her to show herself? I worry that might be Leviathan’s play.”

“Who the hell’s Mary?” Ky asked.

Dom’s gaze shot to Ky and then the other brothers. He wasn’t supposed to know about Mary, but he knew every inch of Evie, and the tattoo of a Madonna wasn’t something a non-religious lycan got at random, especially not when her sons were plagued by these living angel tattoos. He had wondered, since she kept it secret from him, if she kept it from everyone. He asked the tattoo, “Do they know?”

“Know what?” Ky asked.

The angel tattoo shook its head and dropped its inked chin.

He asked, “Is there a purpose to them not knowing?”

The angel tattoo shrugged again.

Ky asked, “What don’t we know?”

“If Evie dies, will it hurt Mary?” Dom asked the tattoo.