BLISS CRAWLED INTO THE backseat of the truck. It bounced down the gravel road, knocking her off-balance. Wendy was always petite, but her hollowed out cheeks were gaunt and her skin was ashen."What-why is she handcuffed?" Bliss crouched in the floorboard and pushed Wendy's hair off her brow."She was traumatized," Travis said over his shoulder. "Didn't know I wouldn't hurt her.""You-what? Knocked her out and handcuffed her?" Was that seriously how he handled hostages?"Yes."She glanced at the back of Travis' head. He was serious. For a moment, she was torn between outrage and relief. She couldn't find it in her to be angry with him either way. He'd found Wendy, when the cops wouldn't even pretend to look. Her baby sister was coming home. Alive.Bliss knelt and pressed a kiss to Wendy's forehead. She held her sister's hands, rubbing some warmth back into them despite being jostled and tossed around. Travis seemed determined to push the vehicle to unholy speeds. Granted, s
BLISS PEELED HER BOOTS off and groaned. They were cute and comfortable for a mall stroll, but damn they ached after a full day of on-her-feet action, not to mention sprinting across gravel. She eased back onto the sofa and flexed her toes."Did you hurt yourself?"A wave of heat traversed her body. For a split second she'd forgotten Travis' presence inside her home. She remained very still, wishing the buzz of arousal would die already. It was a completely unreasonable reaction after the day's events."Bliss?" His fingers brushed her shoulder. Her breath caught deep in her chest and her skin tingled.No such luck on killing her lady boner for the man."No, no, I'm fine. My feet just hurt.""Epsom salt?""What?" She pried one eye open. He was a lot closer than he'd been. His stubble was more pronounced, accentuating that dangerous look that fit him so well. She was beyond figuring out what it was about him that turned her on. There was always one anomaly to every proven fa
BLISS WATCHED IN FASCINATION and a touch of fashion horror. With a gentle flick of his wrist, Travis parted the delicate lace at her hip with the blade of his knife, never once coming close to her skin. She gasped and watched him do it again on the other side, until her panties were in bits and she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing."There we go," he muttered.The knife went onto her nightstand while he pushed her thighs apart, crawling up onto the bed."You just...""I did." He kissed her inner thigh.She fought the urge to cover herself, but it was a bit too late for that. Besides, her subconscious knew exactly what she wanted. Her lungs burned, needing oxygen, but she couldn't move a muscle.Travis traced a winding path from her knee to the other leg and back and forth on either thigh. She'd never been so grateful to Wendy for those nightmare waxing trips they went on every so often. Stray hairs were the least of her worries.He kissed her mound, and her breath rushe
TRAVIS STARED UP AT the ceiling and ran his fingers through Bliss' hair. It was even softer than he'd imagined. She snuggled closer, her breath fanning across his chest. The sheet clung to his damp skin.He didn't know what to think. Sex was an itch to be scratched when it was convenient, and he never crossed the line with a client. Bliss might not be paying his check, but she was involved, and she had no idea what he was. Who he was."Think they'll catch him?" she asked."Daniel?""Yeah.""Eventually, yeah." The question was, how many people would Daniel kill before they caught him? Killers on the run often splintered, going on sprees or worse. It was out of Travis' hands now-the cops had made that clear."I hope so." Bliss lifted her head and looked up at him. "What's your plan for the holidays?""Nothing, really." Tracking Daniel had been it. Now he was at loose ends until the FBI threw him another file to look over. No doubt they were knee-deep in paperwork over Danie
TRAVIS' BOOTS CRUNCHED WITH each step. The Nevada desert was rough terrain at the best of times. Today was not one of those.The trail had deep ruts on either side just wide enough for an ATV to fit through. Acrid smoke hung low in the air from the house fire not even a mile away. The smoke mixed with the repugnant scent of death, decay, and animal feces, setting the tone for his foul mood.He held his breath as he topped the hill and the crime scene unfolded in the small valley along the Muddy Mountain. A dozen or more forensics personnel from the Las Vegas police department clustered here and there around yellow markers.Was this Bliss' fate?Would the serial killer treat her like he had these bodies? Or would he do worse?Daniel Campbell might be the most dangerous serial killer on the loose in decades. And Travis had put Bliss squarely in the man's crosshairs. This was his fault. The knowledge made him sick.He should have told Bliss no when she insisted on going with h
EVERYTHING HURT.It was the first thought that swam up through the fog. Whatever party Bliss had gone to last night must have been something wild.Who convinced her to go?Her mouth was dry, and someone had let a herd of elephants loose in her head. It must be the landscapers. They always seemed to mow the tiny patch of grass outside her bedroom window for half an hour. They had the worst timing.The bed lurched, and Bliss reached out to catch herself. Her hand smacked into a metal bar. Light stabbed her bleary eyes.This wasn't her bedroom.She gasped for breath and blinked away the crud matting her eyelashes.This could not be happening.No, no, no.Bits of last night teased her memory, but she hurt so bad.What was going on? Was she going to die?Across from her, shelves lined the wall. Strapped in like precious cargo were glass jars.Glass...jars...She squinted. Where had she seen those before? It was recent.Light slashed in through the window above he
TRAVIS PEERED THROUGH THE BINOCULARS. By all appearances, the mansion on the hill was just that, a luxurious getaway outside of Las Vegas. That was, until one of the security guards came into sight. Even the most A-list celebrity didn't have security packing semi-automatic weaponry, unless they were looking for attention. From his vantage point above the outpost, Travis could document the comings and goings of all the personnel assigned to Grayson Horton's security detail.Wendy had just become the most protected asset in America, and Bliss was paying the price.What chapped Travis' ass the most was that these weren't just any hired toughs. These were federal agents. Badge carrying CIA officers. Which might explain some of Grayson's hesitance about speaking to the FBI. The two agencies didn't always play nicely together.The phone in Travis' pocket vibrated. For a moment he considered ignoring the call. Chances were it was Ryan Brooks calling him again to relay some bit of knowle
"TRAVIS, MAN, YOU GOTTA eat something." Ethan plopped a bag of fast food down on the hotel room desk.Travis glanced at it.He'd had burgers with Bliss yesterday. They'd talked about sex and vibrators. He hadn't cared they were in a crowded, family establishment. One day with her and now it felt as if he were missing a crucial part of himself."Not hungry," he said.Travis tossed his clothes into his suitcase and carefully gathered his files while his Aegis Group co-workers, Ethan and Mason, ate. They had their own adjoining rooms, but hadn't let him be since returning to the hotel."Where you going?" the kid, Mason, asked. He was the newest Aegis recruit, barely out of the SEALs."Don't know yet." Travis zipped the duffel bag and pulled his phone out."Where do you think he's gone?" Ethan asked."Not sure yet, but he'd have somewhere outside of Vegas to run to if he needed. Some of the bodies they identified were from as far away as Flagstaff, so we know he travels. I
Two months later. Ekko's Apartment, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.EKKO STARED AT THE table with the spread of food laid out.Was there enough? Did she need more? Would Coco and Paxton like it?She reached out and adjusted the tray of cheese so it was at more of an angle instead of perfectly aligned to everything else.It looked too neat."Stop." Silas took her hand and spun her toward him, capturing her against his chest with strong arms around her waist."It looks like I'm trying too hard." She smoothed her hands up and over his shoulders."Stop. It's just Paxton and Coco.""Your best friend and his fiancé, who I haven't met yet.""What?" Silas' face scrunched up. "You've talked to her dozens of times.""In the background of you and Paxton talking. That doesn't count." She pulled away from him and proceeded to turn dishes a little this way and that."You do realize Coco spends most days digging in elephant shit and stuff, right?""Silas." She scowled at him."What?" He gr
IT FELT LIKE THE weight Silas had been carrying around in his gut had now attached itself to his eyelids. He floated in darkness, no longer asleep but not yet awake. Someone had called this twilight once, though he couldn't recall who. Something wouldn't let him go back to sleep. There was something he needed to do. It was urgent.What the hell was it?That nagging question hounded him as he ever so slowly gathered his strength.He wasn't aware of time or how long it took to wrestle one eyelid open, but at long last he peered out of his darkness into...more darkness.Well that was just dandy. What the fuck?He blinked that one eye again, letting his vision adjust. He was in a room and there was a light on, it just didn't do much.Machines beeped and whirled around him.That was a sound he could never mistake and it told him the first piece of his puzzle. From there the others fell into place, one after another.He was still in the hospital.He'd been hurt.There was a fight.
EKKO CLUNG TO THE stretcher bearing Silas out to the parking lot.She hadn't realized how bad his injuries were. He was barely keeping his eyes open. Tears leaked out of her eyes as she kept pace with the two paramedics. Silas covered her hand with his as they came to a stop at the bumper of an ambulance.Paxton, Brett and Vito were sitting inside. They were worse for wear and grim, but seemed okay.All around them police were marching uninjured people they'd arrested to sit in a line next to a chain-link fence blocking the sidewalk. The night was lit up with swirling lights that made her head spin."Where's Chayan?" she asked. Her heart was tearing in two, aching for both men.A little distance away an ambulance took off, sirens blaring. She hoped it was the one with Pasley in it."Ma'am, I need to look at that wound," a paramedic said to her.She held tight to Silas' hand. "What about Chayan? Older man, little taller than me? Salt and pepper hair?"Silas had said he was fine.
IGNEY PACED IN A circle, looking down each hall in turn.Where were they? Had he miscalculated? Were they willing to lose the woman so long as they got the man?His orders were clear. Get both the man and the woman.The woman was a symbol. Too many young people had taken to the streets because they listened to others like her.The man though, he knew things.Killing the woman was personal. Chasing her had cast him in a bad light. But the man was more important in the grand scheme of things."Fuck," Igney muttered. He glanced at a pair of men striding for the doors. "You. Come here."The men never glanced at him. Because they didn't understand him?He whirled to face Alban. "Where are the others?""I don't know where Delem and Michil are." He grimaced. "I haven't heard from them since we split up to search the building."That wasn't good.Igney had heard a lot of gunfire. Was it possible the other men he'd brought with him were dead?If both Chayan and Pasley escaped, leavin
EKKO'S ONE OFFENSIVE ATTEMPT was an utter failure. Her head spun and she was going to be sick.This wasn't good.She felt like a ragdoll being drug around, first by Igney then another man she didn't recognize. He spoke Daurian though which could only mean one thing.He was London DSS.Her body chilled. Was that from fear or the blows to the head? She didn't know anymore."Come find me, Pasley, or your little bird dies," Igney cackled into the radio.She tasted bile.Pasley had called her little bird back in the park.Igney cackled like a bad movie villain. The man was enjoying this. He was getting off on torturing them all.What about Silas?Pasley was with him.If Pasley told Silas, if he knew, they would come for her. Silas was determined to bring them all home and to keep her safe. But if he did, if he came to her rescue, Igney would kill them. Igney needed her and Chayan. Which meant he couldn't kill her here and now. It was an empty threat. Wasn't it? Did she dare belie
SILAS PUSHED HIS GROUP hard as they traversed the second floor. The sun had fully set, plunging them into complete darkness where there weren't windows or other lights.This building was a damn maze, and every turn they needed was blocked by too many people to fight their way through.There had to be more than the fifteen or so they'd estimated. More like thirty.This wasn't good.What about Ekko? Where had the others gone to?He'd hoped getting down here meant they would find her and Paxton, but so far all they'd found were a few bodies. At least they knew Paxton and Brett were eliminating the other side. But no one had taken the ammo or guns. Why? When resources were this precious, why not take them?Could they have gotten free? Did he dare hope?Something thumped in the darkness. Like a heavy footfall.Silas cursed himself as he skidded to a stop. He didn't see anything, but his gut screamed at him. He pivoted and threw himself at Chayan, shoving the other man aside. Silas w
THE DARKNESS FELT AS if it were swallowing her.Ekko clung to the back of Paxton's shirt like he'd directed. She couldn't shake the sensation that there were hands out there reaching for her. That Igney or one of the others were biding their time and waiting for the chance to kill her.Where was Silas? What about Chayan and the others?They'd been separated before she realized what was going on.Behind them a burst of gunfire spurred her on, shattering the silence.She knew it was Brett. Was he trading gunfire with someone? Those shots all sounded the same to her. She hoped he was safe. He was only one man and they had no idea how many were behind them."Stay close." Paxton reached back and pressed her hand to his back.Her head pounded with each and every step. It hurt so bad, but she didn't want to say anything. Her pain was minimal compared to what could happen."Will you cut that out?" Paxton yelled behind them.He side stepped and sort of skipped through a narrow gap betw
SILAS GRIT HIS TEETH to keep from telling Paxton to hurry the fuck up. It wasn't like Paxton was slow. The knife on his belt tool was small and no doubt dulled after cutting through several sets of thick, plastic restraints.Sitting like this it felt as though there was a ten pound weight sitting on his guts. He didn't know what the knife had cut, but Silas knew from the woozy feeling and blood making his jeans sticky it wasn't good. He had to get the others out of here before his clock ran out."Which way did they bring you up?" Silas asked Brett instead of chafing at how long getting free was taking.Brett stood by the door, a discarded piece of wood held as a weapon. "We came in some doors, up a stair to our right then a long walk down here. You?""Different way." Silas grimaced. "Do we retrace our path, or avoid it? How many people were with you?"Brett grimaced. They'd been hooded when they arrived. "Hard to say.""Let's assume at least the three that came in here plus one o
EKKO STARED IN SHOCK, her head spinning as the men left the room again."S-Silas?" she whispered so softly she barely heard herself.He slumped sideways groaning.Had that man-that monster-just stabbed Silas?"Man, Silas, dude, talk to us." Paxton had scooted forward, his arms extended behind him, attention on Silas."I'm fine." Silas' voice was strained. "Brett, Vito, how are you two?""Alive," Brett groaned."Vito? Man?" Silas shook his head and sat up straighter."Fine."This was it.Ekko swallowed.They'd done everything and in the end, they were outplayed.The DSS would kill them. She wasn't sure why they hadn't already, but she didn't doubt that death was the final move. All of these people, they were going to die because she'd been arrogant. She'd thought she knew what she was doing, when in fact she hadn't a clue.A sob tore out of Ekko making her already aching head pound harder."Ekko?" Silas called out. "Ekko, listen to me, this is going to be okay. Pax?"A ch