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Did he know that if she slew him, she’d carry something worse than death with her all her life? Breathing hard, Lucienne ordered her cold, shaking finger to press the Meridian death point on Ashburn’s neck, but she just couldn’t carry through with it.

Then Seraphen reached her. His mighty fist shot out toward her like a spear, about to punch through her heart. Hovering over Ashburn, Lucienne was in no position to dodge the inevitable strike.

“No!” Ashburn cried, but there was nothing he could do. She was kneeling over him, between him and Seraphen. If he let out his lightning, it would go through her first, and he was still half immobile under the influence of the drug.

A brute force threw Lucienne aside. Orlando hurled himself before Seraphen’s fist, and it stabbed right through him. Ashburn let his lightning blast out, striking Seraphen and Orlando, who was beyond help, sending both flying .

Screaming Orlando’s name, Lucienne rolled on the ground, got up on fours, and ran toward him. Blood pooled around Orlando’s chest and soaked through his uniform. With a rueful look that said he was sorry he couldn’t protect her anymore, Orlando shut his eyes forever.

“No!” Lucienne cried, “Orlando Sutherland, stay with me! You can’t go!”

Seraphen recovered from Ashburn’s electrocution and advanced on Lucienne again.

Her eyes blazing red rage, Lucienne leapt in the air, spinning and kicking Seraphen in the face with all her wrath, hitting the Meridian point of pain.

Though it might be in vain—she had seen what little effect acupoints had on Seraphen—she nevertheless tried to inflict as much pain on him as she could.

Wincing, Seraphen lunged toward the warrior girl. Lucienne yanked out her steel whip, sweeping it across the pain point on Seraphen’s face.

“Haven’t we tried this already, Siren?” Seraphen said.

Suddenly, Vladimir and the other survivors from the mountains joined them.

They were bloody and ragged, yet alive and willing to fight.

“Get your hands off my girl, you greasy pig!” Vladimir slashed his sanjiegun at Seraphen’s skull.

The mighty force would kill any human, but Seraphen only wheeled and kicked Vladimir.

The mutant was faster than Vladimir, her, and all the warriors combined.

Vladimir ducked, but not quickly enough.

Besides, he was already wounded jumping from the helicopter.

Seraphen’s foot connected to the base of Vladimir’s skull.

Blood spurted from Vladimir’s mouth. His handsome face went ashen as he collapsed to the ground. Seraphen immediately went for the remaining soldiers.

“Vlad!” Lucienne moved toward him as tears streamed down her sooty face .

Seraphen strolled toward Lucienne, slowly and purposefully. There was no one standing between them now. All her warriors were down.

She needed more time to find a way to terminate the mutant, but time was another luxury she didn’t have. Her fists raised. Her legs parted. Lucienne bent her front knee and sank her weight down into a halfmoon Karate stance, waiting for the final showdown.

Then in front of her, Ashburn appeared, still swaying from the narcotics, but blocking Seraphen. “Enough killing!” he said.

“You can thank me later,” Seraphen said, giving Ashburn a hard shove.

Ashburn shoved Seraphen back. “You’ll not kill her!”

“She lied to you, tricked you, and nearly killed you,” Seraphen asked, “didn’t she?”

“Yes, she did all those despicable things.”

“Then let me remove her.”

“She doesn’t deserve to die. I can see the real her underneath her hard shell,” Ashburn said. “And she protected my parents, and that means everything to me.”

“Heaven and hell, this is worse than I expected,” Seraphen said.

“Does she smell like night blossoms mixed with fresh milk? I remember the scent well. Her ancestor Niahm emitted the same scent. You’re an eighteen-year-old boy.

Of course you can’t think straight when she’s around.

” The mutant pushed Ashburn aside. “Let me do this for you.”

Ashburn jumped in the air and punched Seraphen in the face. “You’ll follow my order. You’ll not touch her!”

Seraphen shrugged at Ashburn’s strike. “You’re her prey,” he said. “I came into existence again to keep you safe. When you don’t take your own life into consideration, I override your command.” Seraphen grabbed Ashburn and threw him over his shoulder. Ashburn fell to the ground with a thud.

Seraphen charged .

Lucienne’s eyes fixed on the creature. A killing rage boiled inside her, but she controlled it. She must play cat and mouse with him, until she bought enough time. Until she found a way to reduce him to dust.

When Seraphen was nearly four feet from Lucienne, she shifted to duck, but Seraphen stopped in his tracks, his bulky body bending backward. A net of black lightning wrapped around him, binding him. Ashburn stood behind his protector, his hands up, dark electricity shooting from his fingers.

Clenching his teeth, Seraphen inched toward Lucienne to claw at her with focused determination to wipe out the last Siren, but the harness of electricity kept him at bay.

Lucienne remembered Ashburn saying he couldn’t kill Seraphen, but he could weaken him.

Then the same voice that warned her not to kill Ashburn chimed in her mind again.

The combination of the lightning and the Eye of Time is a lethal weapon.

Wildfire spread inside Lucienne.

Her heart pounding, her blood rushing in her ears, she strode toward Seraphen.

“Lucienne, what are you doing?” Ashburn said anxiously. “Get away. Now! Take your helicopter and fly far away!”

Lucienne stopped before Seraphen, whose head and neck had gradually emerged from the black net of lightning. He smirked at her, showing his even, white teeth. In a few seconds, he’d break out, and no one could stop him.

Lucienne’s left hand was behind her back, holding the open locket. She must set free the Eye of Time at the perfect moment, so it wouldn’t go after Ashburn instead.

“Lucienne, go!” Ashburn called in desperation. “I can no longer hold . . .”

Lucienne leapt into the air, swung her arm and at the same time, pushed the pin in on the locket. Free from the Twilight Water, the Eye of Time lunged .

Seraphen’s eyes went wild. “Ashburn, release me!” he shouted. “She’s letting out—”

The Eye of Time’s power pulsed in red as Lucienne rammed it into Seraphen’s chest where his heart would be—if he had one—and all the way through, just before he was able to get his hands around her throat.

A blazing light radiated from her, lit her like the goddess of wrath, savagely beautiful. “Die, Seraphen!” Lucienne shouted.

The Eye of Time seared a hole through the mutant’s chest as Ashburn dropped his lightning. The shock on Seraphen’s face was more than any reward to Lucienne. Thick, dark smoke sprouted from him. The air smelled of scorched flesh, but it was the sweetest scent Lucienne had ever known.

Seraphen crumpled to the ground, staring up at Lucienne, who towered over him with a honeyed smile. “It has begun,” the mutant murmured in grief. “I failed, twice.” His eyes were murky glass.

“And there’ll be no third time, Seraphen,” Lucienne said, “though they say the third time’s the charm.”

Ashburn lurched forward, looking at Seraphen in horror. Shock still lingering on his face, he faltered like a drunkard and threw his hands up to grasp his head in agony. Lucienne realized the Eye was now going after Ashburn. She slammed the locket shut, despite the Eye’s growl.

Ashburn calmed, and then his eyes brimmed with sorrow. He dropped to his knees beside Seraphen, holding the mutant’s hand in his. “Seraphen, I’m sorry. Why couldn’t you just leave her alone?”

“You chose her. The Exiles will win this time. The Exiles are the most formidable enemy. They have more power than you can imagine.” Seraphen let out a ragged breath.

“What do they want?” asked Ashburn.

“Earth. They want it back. They need you two to erase time so that they can return. Once time is removed, so is every species.”

“No one can erase time. You’re absolutely crazy,” Lucienne rebuked .

“If you two are together, it will happen,” Seraphen said.

“We won’t allow it to happen,” Ashburn said.

“Then kill her.” Seraphen breathed out his last vicious words.

Ashburn turned to Lucienne, who stared back. Revenge had left her brown phoenix eyes; in its wake were desolation and grief for her men.

“I can’t. I won’t,” Ashburn said. When he turned back to the mutant again, Seraphen’s unseeing eyes stared up at the sky.

“Seraphen?” he called.

“He’s gone,” Lucienne said.

“He came to protect me,” Ashburn said, weeping, “and I killed him.”

“No, I killed him. He and I can’t coexist, and you saved me again.”

But they both knew without Ashburn’s lightning, she’d never have put down Seraphen.

Ashburn looked at Lucienne, then his protector, and back to her again.

A blur of emotions ripped across his face—fear, enchantment, remorse, self-loathing, desire, and then pain.

She had never seen him so vulnerable, and in such pain.

She’d lost people she loved over the course of her life, but she knew it was the first time he had lost someone.

Even though that someone was her fatal enemy, she respected his sadness.

She owed him her life. This boy believed she would be his ultimate demise, and yet he let her see into his dark memories.

He had exposed his weakness to her. Choosing her cost the life of his only protector, the one who could shield him from any danger, from the world itself.

From everyone but her. At the brink of life and death, he put her above himself. And he called himself a monster.

Lucienne sat on her heels beside Ashburn. All her walls tumbled down. She leaned toward him, reaching for him. “Ash,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.