DANIEL’S HARD-won escape from Hell was no small feat. A less powerful being couldn’t have done it. His gifts, strong since birth, had grown over his thirty years.
Now as a revenant, he possessed new, stronger powers. The only drawback was that he no longer had a corporeal form. It was a temporary situation, but one he was depending on his foe to rectify. Alex would succumb to his true nature sooner or later.
The trick was in playing his “Stay Out of Hell Free” card. The payment was agreed upon - Alex’s soul for his.
What sweeter justice was there than having the son of a bitch who’d killed him, take his place? Alexander Connor would rue the day he fucked with him.
He hadn’t counted on the old vampire getting mixed up in his business with Alex. But it didn’t matter. If Nosferatu thought two vampires trumped one warlock, he’d better think again. Daniel would have his revenge on Alexander, and he would have the object of the old vampire’s desire, the Huitzilopochtli Stone.
If the old one wanted to play games, Daniel would give him his wish. He had more than a few aces in his deck and one of them was his psychotic sibling. He hadn’t seen his little brother in a long time, but Michael was accustomed to dealing with the dead, so Daniel’s appearance shouldn't be much of a shock.
He didn’t know where Michael was, but it didn’t matter. Not now. He focused and called out.
“Michael. I need you. Come to Cincinnati.”
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