After their rapid departure through another portal in Lilinor, they’d arrived in Caine’s Salem apartment, twenty miles north of Boston. When you hung around with creatures of the night, sunrise signaled bedtime. Now, the sunset streamed through the windows, washing the liv...
For a moment, he felt a twinge of guilt when he caught a glimpse of Fiona’s horrified face. But the guilt was quickly replaced by a molten rage that ignited his limbs with an otherworldly power. His lips drew back from his teeth in a snarl, and he gripped the athame in his hand. Jack turned to hi...
Not an ogre. It was a man—or something like a man. He was tall and rangy, his body covered in thick blond hair and hemlock sprigs, and he held a gnarled walking stick. Round, pale eyes peered from under mossy eyebrows. Nostrils flaring, he emitted a low growl. Gripping his...
His spell no longer held the fae in thrall, and they snarled, eyes flashing at her. She gripped the sword, raw panic tearing her mind apart. Kester. Kester is dead. She tried to shove the horror deep into her mental vault. She couldn’t let fear overcome her now, not when a pack of furious fae sur...