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She buried her face into her mother's shoulder.

Sandra's eyes went to Fabian.

Shock and accusation wrestled within them.

Fabian's jaw clenched.

He knew what she thought.

He failed Tasha.

Again.

Sandra went to him, her voice low.

"What happened, Fabian?"

Fabian didn't look away from Tasha. "De Silva's men," he replied crisply.

Sandra's eyes went wide. "And Tasha?"

Fabian's face contorted. "She got hurt."

Sandra paled. "Oh, Fabian."

The police officer questioning Tasha cut in.

"Ma'am, can you tell us what happened?

Tasha raised her head, a stream of tears wetting her face.

"They kidnapped me. tortured me."

Mrs. Martinez gasped in the night.

Mr. Martinez's face clouded in anger.

"We'll press charges," he promised.

Fabian's gaze stuck on Tasha; he would see De Silva paid for what he'd done.

Fabian's tone was low and dangerous.

"There is no need for charges. De Silva is not human. He is a demon."

Tasha's mother frowned fire in her eyes.

"So now you care?" she spat.

"This is all on you! Wha