It couldn’t be, not Kara. Without thought, Jenna lunged forward, prepared to launch herself out the window, when a bullet whizzed into the ground near Ryker’s feet. “Tsk-tsk. Move again, and the next one goes into Loverboy,” Kara mocked, before stepping into the firelight. Jenna’s wide gaze took in her supposed friend. Clad in skintight pants and a slinky leather halter, she looked nothing like the woman Jenna knew. Dangerous, sleek and deathly—nothing like how Jenna felt in her sooty sundress. “You’re the other hunter?” Jenna demanded. A grim mask slipped over Kara’s face as she sighted down the barrel of her gun. “Did you think the renowned Bennetts were the only ones out there?” Ryker drew to his full height. “You aren’t supported by the Church.” “The Church!” Kara threw her head back and laughed. “You think I care about the Church?”
