Bain was still thinking about Cinn’s plants. “You could tell them about the plant that—”

“Forget it.” Dacian glared at Bain until the demon shrugged and glanced away.

“Do your three demons talk?” Cinn knew this might not be the time to ask, but she needed to steer the conversation to something safer.

Bain checked out his demon friends. “Nope. They just kill.”

“Oh.” Well, that was short and not so sweet.

“Okay, you all know what to do. Eric, create nightmare fantasies for them. Donna, take their heads.”

Cinn wished Ganymede would be less graphic. Donna had just gone three shades paler.

“Taurin and Kristin, work as a team. You know how night feeders think.”

Cinn could see worry for his brother in Dacian’s eyes. God, she hoped this didn’t end with one of them dead, not after they’d finally found each other.

“Holgarth and Edge, you might have the toughest job of all. Don’t know what to tell you about the sorcerer.” Ganymede turned toward the door. “If any of you need me, give me a mental shout-out.”

“Some of the Mackenzies are on their way, but something’s blocking my mental messages. And with cells and landlines dead, I don’t know how close they are.” Eric looked frustrated.

Ganymede shrugged. “We go with the people we have now. We can’t count on getting help.”

“Who’ll be helping you?” Cinn knew she was probably the only one who could ask that. Ganymede wouldn’t expect a human to have any sense.

Ganymede looked at her from eyes that shone with bloodlust. “I hunt alone, babe. I’ll find Rabid. And I’ll find Sparkle. Don’t doubt it.” And then he was gone.

Within seconds everyone else had left, too. Only Cinn, Dacian, Asima, and Cinn’s plants remained.

“Everyone’s worried about Stephan, but what about the plants? No one cares if Airmid comes in here and makes tossed salad of them.”

“I care, Asima.” Cinn took a deep breath to steady herself. But lord, she cared about Dacian more.

Dacian paced. “Not only useless, but dangerous to everyone around me.” Self-disgust filled his voice.

“We’ll deal with what comes.” Cinn didn’t want to think what would happen when Rabid struck. Would there be enough time to secure Dacian, and would those chains hold him? And how the hell would they keep a bunch of humans safe?

“Yeah, I know.” He reached for Cinn and dragged her into his arms. “Promise me that if I get loose and come for you, you’ll take one of those wooden stakes you use for your plants and drive it into my heart.”