What are you going to do about it?” Senator Kenneth Bardot demanded. Luka shifted the phone with his shoulder—he still had blood on his hands from the most recent den of infected werewolves he’d put down. It clung to his fingers, stained his nails, a scarlet letter of accu...
“I have to punish you,” he said as if he actually regretted it. “For what?” “You know exactly for what. For harassing our granddaughter. Leave Grace and her man alone.” “He’s not a man, he’s a demon. I know the kind of pain she’s opening herself up for. It’s not worth it.” Seraphim wasn’t about t...
There was the familiar, bitter copper tang of blood on his tongue, but he felt good. Powerful. Alive. The full moon was up—and he was still a man. What had he done? The last thing he remembered was feeling the Change coming on and fleeing Nicodemus Frost’s house for the cave, where he could chain...
Just like those lemmings, there was no saving them. Heat flooded her face and she was sure that her cheeks were the same color as the poinsettia on the end table—bright red. “I didn’t mean that.” His eyes narrowed. “You ...
That, in and of itself, wasn’t something she’d ever thought to hear rattling around in the spaces of her own head like it belonged there. As if it were a serious thought which should be given its due. This was not what she wanted. Blake Woolven was ...