Period. Ten Harvester really liked having Reaver at her mercy. He’d always driven her crazy with his pompous holier-than-thou attitude, and while she would never admit this to him, he usually seemed to have the upper hand when it came to their verbal sparring. It was a rar...
Wraith knew because he could sense it. And because he’d used it twenty years ago when he’d come here in search of a statue of Isis. The fact that the island hosted a Harrowgate was bad enough, given that demons were after Serena, but worse, it had recently been activated. Something was very, very...
Now, it was time for Than to spring himself on the vampires he’d let stew while he handled other Apocalyptic shit. If there was one thing daywalkers hated, it was to be kept in the dark. Literally and figuratively. Than allowed himself a grim smile as he strode through the side courtyard, where t...
Granted, he hadn’t been chained up for all that long, but he generally showered twice or more a day, and going without made him grumpy. At least he couldn’t hear Idess yelling at him anymore. He’d cleaned her up and then beelined for the shower, ignoring her curses and threats and demands to let ...
He hadn’t smelled deception on her, but then, his olfactory senses were designed more to pick up on the scent of lust than anything else. And lust was something that rippled off her in subtle undercurrents, often when she was in the middle of hating him. Or when she was beneath him. Welcome to my...
Luc lay stiffly on the floor, bleeding from an apparent gunshot wound to the chest. “Hold still, buddy.” Con sank down on his heels and slapped his hand over the bubbling wound. “Eidolon! Shade!” The brothers were still engaged in battle, now mostly defending the varcolac that were trying to flee...
But he hadn’t had time to indulge in any of those things, and he was starting to get cranky. Worse, in order to get in on Aegis inner workings, he’d had to swear in as an official Guardian. The organization was a little too radical, secretive, and unorganized for him—he preferred the stricter, mo...
“A trap? Set by who?” A sudden rumbling shook the ground like a magnitude-nine earthquake, felling trees at the edge of Jillian’s property. A malevolent undercurrent swirling in the air raised the hairs on the back of Reseph’s neck. He whirled in the direction of the source of the vibe, his lungs...
Of all the millions of words that could be running through Riker’s head right now, shit was the one that kept repeating itself over and over. Somehow he’d kept the presence of mind to take Nicole and Bastien—holy shit, Bastien—straight to the clan’s lab to have them checked out before he lost his...