In the year since her life was torn apart, Kit Colbana has slowly rebuilt herself. There’s a promise of hope in the relationship with the alpha of the local shapeshifters and she no longer comes screaming into wakefulness. Life’s not perfect but then again, when was it ever?
When her best friend Justin comes to her for help, there’s little question as to what her answer will be. Witches are disappearing and Justin won’t rest until he has answers. Soon, they learn that it’s not just witches who’ve gone missing, but vampires and shifters, too.
Unlikely alliances are forged as Kit and Justin found themselves drawn into a twisted web of lies and betrayal. As the clock counts down and the culprit behind recent disappearances is revealed, those Kit loves the most become the target of somebody who will kill to protect an ugly secret.
The man I’d killed last night was a man who’d needed to die in the worst way.
He was also human, so if I was ever discovered, I had a one-way ticket to the chopping block—any NH discovered to have murdered a human gets the guillotine. Losing the head is the surest way to kill any NH—and it’s bloody and spectacular. I think that’s why humans do it. We have teeth and claws and magic and they have giant silver blades.
“He was human,” Justin said, echoing my thoughts.
“Only on the outside.” I shrugged. “He was a monster, through and through.” Smiling thinly, I added, “The media is hailing his suicide as an act of cowardice. No doubt the victim who’d somehow escaped would have been able to identify him.”
“She says an angel saved her.” Justin’s eyes gleamed now. “You got wings I can’t see, Kit?”
I flipped him off.
He laughed and dropped down on my bed.
He lifted a brow. “Problem?”
“Damon’s coming over tonight.”
Now Justin grinned and laid back on the bed, linking his hands together behind his head and stretching out.
Sighing, I rubbed the back of my neck.
“Are you trying to make me hurt you?” I asked. “Because trust me, I’m frustrated enough to do you a lot of damage.”
Frustrated didn’t touch it.
My plans of inviting Damon back home after the Halloween Ball had fallen through and he’d spent the next few days dealing with some sort of clan politics. It turned out that the clan in northern Georgia seriously had business—the kind that came with a major B— that needed to be discussed with the Assembly and now that Matthew wasn’t allowed in the area, they were fumbling to come up with a plausible arrangement, because Amund wasn’t rescinding the ban. And nobody could make the millennia-old vampire rescind it.
All of it made my head spin. If I thought about it too long, I’d have a migraine. All I wanted was one night with my guy. One night.
Then, just when I was thinking I’d go join him at the Lair, I got the call from Nova.
It had taken almost a week of running leads down before I’d managed to find the woman Nova had seen in his vision and I almost hadn’t made it in time.
I hadn’t seen Damon in nearly two weeks.
I hadn’t had sex in so long, I didn’t even want to think about it.
And Justin was doing one thing guaranteed to make Damon’s brain shut down.
“You know, this is what happens when you hook up with a shifter, Kit,” Justin said, pushing up onto his elbows. His black T-shirt rode up, baring his flat belly. “The animal kicks in too easily, shuts down the brain. Now, me? If we were still together, I wouldn’t be all that worried if your bedroom smelled like another man.”
“That’s because you can’t scent another man in my bedroom, you asshole.”
He shrugged. Crossing his feet at the ankle, he said, “He knows we’re done. I just—hey!”
Justin glared at me from the floor.
I let go of his ankles and smiled.
“You were saying?”
He cocked his head. “Well, the view is nicer from down here.”
“You’re ridiculously juvenile,” I said. Shaking my head, I turned away. Since he clearly wasn’t leaving, I needed to get clothes on.
After grabbing my gear, I ducked into the bathroom.
“You’re sure you didn’t leave any signs behind?”
“Justin…I’m not new at this.” Dressing in short order, I moved out of the bathroom to find him at the window. He was staring outside, arms crossed over his chest. “Don’t worry so much.”
“It’s my job,” he said easily. Then he turned around. “So…speaking of jobs.”