Aiden caught my wrist this time to make me look at him.
His face was human now, streaked with dirt and blood, eyes pale and brutal, Pluto moving behind them with the kind of silence that promised bodies later.
“Border first,” he said.
I hated that he was right.
I hated that Ermes was alive.
I hated that three wolves were dead and I had been standing here with my hand around the throat of one monster while another walked through our gates.
Keres stepped closer on my other side, half-shifted, claws out, blood drying on his neck where the roses had cut him earlier. His grin was nowhere to be see.
“Let me stay,” he said, eyes on Ermes. “Five minutes. Maybe four if I’m inspired.”
“No,” Marcellus said.
We all looked at him.
He was standing straighter than I had expected him to be, one
