Bedeviled by Sable Grace

all.”
    Kyana’s fingers were wrapped around the hilt of her dagger so tightly, her knuckles throbbed. “Fine. Come with me, Haven. I’ll tell Artemis I don’t want it. We’ll convince her to give it all to you. It’s not too late . . . yet. But if you keep at this, if you keep listening to Cronos, I won’t be able to save you.”
    Haven’s laughter contained a sadness that didn’t live up to the blackness glimmering in her eyes.
    â€œI can help you, Haven. You don’t have to listen to him anymore.”
    â€œHelp me? There’s no me to help anymore!” Haven backed away, her lip curling with disgust. “You think I care that you’re the new Goddess of the Hunt? That will be puny in comparison to what he is. What he’ll be. When I’m finished, whatever fancy skills Artemis is teaching you will look like nothing more than a useless fly swatter. So many holes for me to fly through, Kyana. So many ways around what you’ve become. You have nothing to offer me. Nothing! ”
    Kyana winced, forcing herself to cling to the tiny trace of fear lacing Haven’s words. She refused to believe Haven meant everything she said. She was a fighter. There was no way in hell she was going to let Cronos win without resistance. He was in her now, Kyana was sure of it. The blackness in Haven’s eyes didn’t belong to her any more than the deep, husky voice did.
    â€œJust come with us. We can fight this. Together. Me, you, and Geoffrey.”
    Her head jerked as though she’d been slapped. “Geoff?”
    She grabbed hold of the hope in Haven’s voice and nodded. “He misses you. And he’s worried about you. He wants you to come home.”
    A glazed sheen fell over Haven’s dark eyes as she stepped away. “Fuck you.”
    Kyana took a step forward, unwilling to allow Haven even an inch of retreat.
    â€œYou’re our family. We’ll always love you.” She took another step closer. “Just come back with me. Let us take care of you.”
    She reached for Haven’s arm, and just as her fingers were about to close over her wrist, she jerked out of Kyana’s grasp.
    Haven convulsed, her head jerking wildly from side to side until an eerie calm settled around her and the eyes staring back at Kyana once again belonged to a stranger. “You had your chance. You refused. She’s mine now.”
    Kyana lunged for Haven. As her hand circled Haven’s wrist, a flurry of dust kicked up and slowly grew near the window. Ryker and Silas were at Kyana’s side and together they watched the dust storm, their breaths puffing white as the temperature dropped enough to form ice crystals on the ceiling. Haven didn’t so much as wiggle to break free.
    Instead, her hair blew behind her and her eyes flashed with menace. “What you’ve started can’t be stopped.”
    Kyana could have sworn she saw a flicker of fear pop from somewhere in those black depths that had once been Haven’s eyes. Cronos was working her like a puppet.
    She intended to make sure his bones were turned into dust and his sorry ass was scattered to the four corners of the Earth.
    â€œLeave her alone.”
    The pink tongue that flicked out to dampen Haven’s lips looked eerily human in such a demonic face. “My new friend here is very powerful, or she soon will be. Scatter my bones if you like. She will raise me, regardless.”
    He was in Kyana’s head, hearing her thoughts. She concentrated so hard on not thinking, her eyes began to burn.
    â€œI trust you’ll let my sons know that their time is short.”
    Haven spun in a dizzying speed that forced Kyana to release her. Something gold appeared in her hand, and Kyana heard herself gasp when the dust swirl revealed the trident. But before she could reach for it, Haven pulled a small pouch from the pocket of her dirty jeans and threw a handful of