Scent her, taste her and then coax her into his bed. And then use her dark powers to destroy whatever the hell was killing his people. Gabriel Sanders headed for the storage shed holding topsoil needed for the nursery. Homeowners flocked to his business to purchase plants, wanting to beautify their concrete castles. Too much development in these parts infringed on his clan’s territory. They’d had to adjust with the growth, just as the wild creatures in the Everglades did. Those who had not died. Inside the storage shed, the rich, fertile scent reminded him of Sienna, the Elf he’d never forgotten. They’d shared three incredible nights of sex, passion that stirred his cat’s feral blood, and then she’d vanished from his life. Gabriel lifted a 100-lb sack from the row of neatly stacked bags and hefted it over one shoulder. Carrying it outside, he walked past several greenhouses, the gardeners within lovingly tending the young plants.
