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L uca Sasan, still inhabiting the body of Roger Bingham, smiled as a thick gray mist rose from the fat black candle on the table in his basement.

At last! It had taken longer than he had expected to reassemble the ingredients for the spell he had thoughtlessly destroyed in a fit of rage, but this bit of sorcery would do nicely.

He had no connection to the vampire, Saintcrow, other than extreme hatred, but Jason Kincaid was tied to him by the blood he’d shed.

Katya’s blood. Luca had tried for years to find a spell that would negate the magic of the talisman the witch had crafted and lead him to the vampire, Kincaid, and now, at last, he’d found it.

And once he had located Kincaid, finding Saintcrow and the witch should be no problem at all.