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LOL Funny that she says she didn't confirm it, but she didn't deny Barrons is the Beast either. I'm intrigued!
IF Barrons is the beast, I wonder if he really has more of a beast mentality in that form. No human reasoning skills or feelings. Obviously he feels something because he protected her but maybe doesn't really fully recognize that Ryodan is trying to help. Oh I'm soooo confused too!!
Thats a good theory, Nikki. Didnt Mac have something of Barrons and the beast scented it? It's been a while since I've read it but if so then maybe thats why he protected her.
Another thing I don't understand is, if Barrons is the beast, then who was that under his garage? And all these speculations are enough to convince me Barrons is probably not the beast, but then I re-read the above bolded part and I'm back to being confused.
Lazuline wrote: "Another thing I don't understand is, if Barrons is the beast, then who was that under his garage? And all these speculations are enough to convince me Barrons is probably not the beast, but then I..."Do you remember in Dreamfever, at the very beginning when Mac was Priya and Barrons came to rescue her from the church, Barrons was with a few other men exactly like him, or at least that's what Dani told Mac. So, maybe whatever is under Barrons garage is the other men.






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“You killed my sister!” The dark lake in my head begins to boil. I hear rustles behind me, leathery wet sounds and I whirl. The freaks that killed my sister are taking advantage of the distraction and trying to leave.
Not a chance in hell. This is what I’ve been living for. This moment. My revenge. First the ones that killed her. Then the one who delivered her to them.
I lunge for them, screaming my sister’s name.
I slice and rip and tear.
I begin with my spear and end with my bare hands.
I fall on them like the beast-form of Barrons. My sister died in an alley with these monsters working on her and now I know it wasn’t fast. I can see her, white-lipped with pain, knowing she’s going to die, scratching a clue into the pavement. Hoping I’ll come, afraid I’ll come. Believing I could succeed where she failed. God, I miss her! Hatred consumes me. I devolve into vengeance, I embrace it, I become it.
When I finish there are no pieces larger than my fist.
I’m shaking, gasping, covered with bits of flesh and gray matter from smashing their skulls.
I double over and hit the pavement, puking. I puke until I dry-heave then I dry-heave until my ears ring and my eyes are stinging.
I don’t have to look behind me to know the street is empty. My sister’s murderer is gone.
I finally got what I came to Dublin for.
I know who killed my sister.
I curl in a tight ball on the cold pavement and cry.