"Oh, is that all?" He walked to a small round table in the reading area of the library. "You two have a seat and we'll discuss matters."

I gave Elyssa an uneasy glance before pulling out a chair for her and then me.

"Good manners, Mr. Case," Underborn said. "You always were a smart student. Not like Nathan Spelman and the bullies he associates with."

Approximately one point three billion questions burst into my mind, each one begging to be answered by this guy, but I buried them all beneath the most pressing items. I folded my arms on the table. "What will it take to make you call off the hit on my dad?"

"I assume you know of my fees?"

"A little. Something like whatever is most precious to the buyer."

"Yes. That which they treasure the most. A rather simple arrangement."

"How do you even know what they value the most?"

"My associates are excellent at profiling and discovering such things." He steepled his fingers and smiled. It looked really creepy knowing he was a school teacher, for god's sake.

"And I assume you know what I value most."

He turned his gaze to Elyssa. I wanted to jump across the table and throttle him.

"In your dreams," I said, barring her with my arm as if it might stop him from looking at her.

"In this case, Mr. Case," he said with another oily grin, "Or should I say, Mr. Slade, the payment has already been met."

I jumped up from my chair sending it toppling over backwards and pressed my clenched fists against the table. "What did you do? What have you taken from me?" Fear and anger used my heart as a punching bag. I was two seconds from charging him.

"Calm down, Justin." He motioned me to sit. "I have taken nothing from you except your time."

I wondered if he had some magical way to suck years from me even though I was supposed to be immortal. "Time?"

"I placed the original bounty on your father. I also placed the tracker on your father and gave the information to certain parties of interest."

"You what?" My shout echoed in the room. A feeling of helplessness overcame the anger and I had no idea what I could do against someone like this. Against someone so underhanded and evil.

Elyssa gripped my wrist, probably thinking I was about to attack Underborn. "Justin, please sit down." She looked at me with pleading eyes. "Please."

Somehow, I found my chair, righted it, and took a seat. I ran my hands through my hair and gazed forlornly at the wooden table.

"I did this for good reason, Justin. I had to know what kind of man you are. How you would respond to certain stimuli. In effect, I tested you."

"Didn't I already pass your lousy English exams?"

He laughed. "Your dark sense of humor is one of the things I like about you, not to mention your ideas of justice and desire to do the right thing not just by you, but your friends."

"You've been psychoanalyzing me?"

"Consider this your trial for the troubled times which lay ahead, young man." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "While I find you a rather admirable subject, you're also lacking in important areas, namely strategizing. You tend to ram headlong into things without thinking first. This is why you and Miss Borathen are quite the package deal."

I glanced at Elyssa, confused. Her expression, however, changed to one of understanding.

"You see," he continued, "she shores up your weaknesses and plays off your strengths. Where you are the doer, she is the thinker, the planner. You two must stay together."

I gripped her hand. "I don't plan on letting her go anywhere."

"You must understand I'm not the only one who's aware of this. There will be others who want to separate you. They know how much you value each other and to what lengths you'll go to protect one another. They can make you do things you'd never do otherwise."

"You're an assassin. A killer. Why should you care about any of this?"

"For the very same reasons others care. Something ominous lingers on the horizon and all my information so far points to you as being pivotal in preventing the annihilation of life as we know it."

I laughed. Laughed until I wanted to cry. "Are you kidding me? More of this foreseeance mumbo-jumbo? Maybe you and Vallaena Slade should hook up."

"She can be one of your most powerful allies," he said, nodding. "But do not let her smother you. And whatever you do, don't accept her protection—at least not in the way she now imagines it. You need to cultivate her and others, use them for the fight to come."

I wanted to get up and leave. This was ridiculous. "All I care about is you removing the death mark from my father. I don't need that threat hanging over me."

"I will, but first you must convince him to marry Kassallandra."

"What?" I shouted. It was becoming a habit with this guy. "In case the almighty Underborn didn't know, he's already married to my mom, thank you very much."

He waved his hand as though swatting an inconvenient fly from the air. "Spawn do not recognize unions with humans. Your father's first task must be returning to his true family and raising his status from lowly Castratae back to Anae, gaining the power he should rightfully hold and uniting two major families through marriage."

"He would never in a million years betray my mom. He's obsessed with finding her and my sister, something I'm sure you know with all the fancy dossiers you probably have on us."

"He must. If the great families are split, there's little hope for the future."

"How about uniting the Slades to the Conroys?" Elyssa asked. "If that hurdle could be overcome, it might form an even better alliance."

I gave her a surprised look. She really was the thinker. "Yeah, what she said. We can find another way to unite my dear demonic family."

Underborn gave an adamant shake of his head. "Impossible. The politics of that unfortunate situation would never allow it to work." He stood up. "Let me show you something. Wait here." He walked to a nearby filing cabinet, shuffled through it, and pulled out a red folder. Walked back to the table and set it before him as he sat down. "This contains the little I know of Foreseeance 4311."

"You have a copy?" Elyssa asked, leaning forward to get a better look.

"I have fragments, lifted from the lifeless fingers of a courier who worked for the ones who wish to keep all knowledge of it out of the hands of the Conclave."

"Great, more of this garbage," I said.

"You know about your dark light, don't you Justin?" he asked.

A sliver of uncertainty crept into me. "How do you know about that?"

"Has it come to you in dreams or visions?"

"I had a stupid dream."

"We both did," Elyssa said. "I am his light in the dark."

Underborn nodded. "You are indeed, my dear. You will be with him when the end comes."

She gasped, falling back into her chair as if all the weight in the world had just been dropped into her lap. "Please tell me it doesn't mean—"

He shrugged. "As with anything related to foreseeances, there are many shifting variables and even more uncertainties. 'The end' could refer to a new beginning, death, or any number of other circumstances. I wish I could say for certain, but I do know that you must be with him at a critical moment or all may be lost."

I snorted. "Much as I'd like to be with her twenty-four-seven, there's the little problem of her parents."

"I'm well aware of that issue." Something seemed to flash in his eyes, though what emotion only Underborn knew. "Thomas Borathen has a long memory and a deep hatred for spawn. After Thunder Rock, I can hardly blame him."

Elyssa's eyes lit with interest. "What do you know about Thunder Rock?"

"I know far more than his official report says."

"How?" Her eyes narrowed. "Far as I know, he never told a soul what really happened there, except maybe my mom."

"What the heck is Thunder Rock?" I asked. "I remember you and Meghan talking about it."

"My father and thirty other Templars were ambushed by spawn there. Everyone but him died. His official report was heavily redacted so nobody except him and the Templar Synod know what really happened."

"That's not entirely accurate," Underborn said. "I was there."

"You?" Elyssa said, eyebrows rising.

"You were just a little thing at the time," he said, smiling. "And I was known as Kevin Sorenson."

"You? Kevin Sorenson? My father's second in command died along with everyone else."

"Even I thought I was dead." His eyes took on a thousand-mile stare, looking right through us for a moment before coming back to the present. "Sometimes, I think I am."

"Considering what you do now, maybe you're dead inside," I said.

"Perhaps." He leaned forward, his dark eyes penetrating. "When you feel your soul being devoured while you lay helpless, it makes you realize there are worse things than death."

I grimaced and shuddered. "If your real name is Kevin, how did you come up with such a cockamamie name like Underborn?"

"Because, young man, in the depths of that quarry lake, far underground, I was reborn. I emerged from the encounter a new man with a new mission. The Templars represent the order that comes in the light. I am the order that comes in the dark."

"Details," Elyssa said. "I want to know exactly what went down that day."

"The short of it is this, my dear: A rogue spawn by the name of Vadaemos Slade was manifesting and absorbing souls from a number of victims, some supernatural, some normal. The Templars had jurisdiction but House Slade wouldn't cooperate. They claimed to be handling it internally. One of our very few spawn informants told us the rogue was hiding at Thunder Rock. We arrived in force—thirty-one of us. We were ambushed. Only Thomas Borathen and I survived, though I wasn't aware of the outcome until days after dropping into the depths of the quarry lake and awakening in Cahuinari National Park."