How do you defeat an enemy that knows
your every thought … even as you think it?
I thought watching my Werewolf boyfriend
get arrested for murder was the worst experience of my life. But then I was
knocked out and dragged off to a cell of my own by the very people who were
supposed to protect me from danger.
I thought
being held prisoner in solitary confinement for weeks on end was the worst
experience of my life. But then a visitor came, and I realized I’d been wrong
all along. There are worse things than torture and death. Much worse.
He wants my blood. More than that, he wants to get into my head. To use my bond to control his army, to wipe the world clean of anything with dirty blood. I can’t let that happen, but if I don’t he’ll kill every single person I’ve ever cared about—beginning with my Werewolf pack.
The prophecy said I would have to make an impossible choice, but I must be doing this wrong—so far every choice I’ve made has only led to more pain and danger and death. Hunters are pitted against Werewolves and I’m alone in my war against Gordon Steppe. I can’t fight him off anymore; all I can do is try to keep him out of the important places. And I’m failing at even that.
I thought
the demons were out there, clearly marked and clinging to the shadows. But
they’re not. The monsters are within the ranks of those sworn to protect. The
enemy is among us.
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Edie rolled
up her sleeves and slammed the lid on the suitcase, making sure to spin the
dial on the lock for good measure. That girl is going to be the death of me
yet, she thought. Couldn’t keep her feet planted for just one more dad-gum day,
could she? Of course not—not when it meant putting herself in danger. That girl
had a problem and it was time someone called her on it.
Elizabeth
wasn’t going to do it.
Edie hated
knowing her daughter’s past had paralyzed her so completely for the world they
lived in, but there it was. Elizabeth had been through more than most and she
was still fighting for her child—just not in the way Edie had hoped. Not in the
way of a Hunter. Still, there was time. Hadn’t Edie moved back here just so she
could focus on helping Elizabeth find her way back to all this?
But, that
would have to wait, because Tara was acting a fool.
Edie couldn’t
begrudge why Tara’d done it, but couldn’t she have at least waited until it was
safe?
A strangled hmmph escaped her and she grabbed for her
phone, her fingers hovering over the call button just as it rang.
“Hello?” she
snapped. “Is it done?”
“Yes,
ma’am,” the young man stuttered.
“What time?”
“One hour,
ma’am. I’d hurry if I were you.”
“You’d do a
lot of things if you were me, son. Stuttering ain’t one of ’em. Thanks for the
flight arrangements. We never had this conversation.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“And what
about Channing? Did you connect with him?”
“He’s en
route.”
“Good.” She
disconnected and headed for the door.
At some
point, when she wasn’t boiling mad, she’d commend the young man properly on a
job well done. Not many people could’ve gotten two seats on a flight from DC to
Vegas at this time of day on such short notice—especially off the books and
under an alias. Good for him.
She left the
hotel room without a backward glance and slid into the cab already waiting. Her
Hummer sparkled in the sunlight as she passed by. She’d already made
arrangements for one of her men to park it at the airport in Virginia for her
return trip.
The airport
bustled with activity and it took her longer than she’d liked to get through
security. Alex Channing was already waiting for her when she got to the gate.
He was slouched over in an uncomfortable chair, away from the crowds. A blue
duffel bag sat at his feet.
“You made
it,” she said.
“Mrs.
Godfrey—” he began, rising to his feet.
“Edie or
don’t bother,” she interrupted. “Did you get my letter?”
“I did.”
“Does this
mean you’re in?”
She watched
him take a deep breath. “It does.”
“Good.” She
pointed to a chair, secretly relieved at his answer. But they didn’t have time
to celebrate. Or reason to, just yet. So much was at stake. “Tell me what you
know.”
He sat and
did as she asked.
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Sometimes Family Can be the Death of You
Wood Point Academy is not at all what I expected.
For one thing, it looks like a cross between military school and
Buckingham Palace. Everyone stares, the floors shine so bright you can see your
reflection in them from a mile away, and no one smiles.
At least I’ve got plenty to take my mind off the fact that my
psycho cousin, Miles De’Luca, keeps calling and declaring his love and
promising to come for me just as soon as he’s destroyed anyone standing in our
way. Wes isn’t going to like that idea. So between Miles, Wood Point’s evil
welcoming committee, and the drill sergeant hottie trainer from hell, I just
keep asking myself, how did I end up here?
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